#ikemen vampire fic

[syneilesis]

[fic] Floriography

Floriography

Ikemen Vampire | Part of Cybird University Verse | Vlad x Reader | G | 3.5k words | ao3 link

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

A/N: One last fic before my vacation ends! Another installment to my university crossover AU! This one is just silly and pointless and I don't know why it's reach this word count lol. In this particular fic, characters from other ikeseries games show up, and there are some callbacks to the previous fics for worldbuilding lol. I'm not an expert of floriography, I just used this as reference.

The day the news broke out that the university president has been kicked out and replaced by a new one, is the day that you wake up as if your muscles are replaced by lead.

Sore, aching in places you don’t even know can ache, your heavy eyes struggling to pry open, you—after ten minutes of intense internal deliberation—decide to call in sick. This is rare, but the recent months have thrown you into a waterfall of activities: traveling to conferences, organizing events, research projects, department-related excursions—these on top of teaching and grading papers and lots and lots and lots of meetings held consecutively in separate buildings.

You steal a few more minutes of sleep, but the responsible (read: guilty) person that you are, you grab your phone on the desk beside your bed and fire off a heads up in your department group chat. An email announcement for today’s classes will be written a little later.

Not even ten seconds in and your phone lights up like fireworks.

HEY HEY YOURE MISSING OUT

Oh, no. Rest well, doc.

Oh my god guys! Did you read the paper?

Moving forward, what’s in it for us?

Its aLready been poSTED in teh WEBSITE!!!!!!!!

Proper typing please, prof. This is still a professional group chat.

You squint at the stream of chats as you try to feel for a sleeping position that wouldn’t exacerbate the soreness in your calves. The nerves at your nape feel pinched and your shoulder muscles burn. Thank god it’s almost the weekend; you think you won’t come to work until next week.

Then, in a private chat, one of your colleagues sends you a link to a livestream of an emergency announcement. On the thumbnail is the Executive Secretary Kicho’s face, and despite the woozy state of mind and body, you tap on the video.

“—thus, from this day onwards, our new university president—”

A close up shot of the HR director, looking like when Professor Clavis has installed a giant disco ball on top of the historical main building—again. A panicked glare towards the secretary, who ignores it, then a rapid blinking that can be interpreted as repeated SOS directly to the camera. The live comments are on fire: some asking what happened to the previous president, some celebrating the disappearance of the previous president, and some lamenting over the future of the university. Two in particular are a momentous standout:

Dr. Clavis Lelouch Haha so we’re allowing insurrections now? Splendid! @Chevalier Michel sleep with one eye open 👈(ﾟヮﾟ👈)

Kenshin Uesugi, PhD I will join the insurrection and challenge Michel to a duel to the death.

It’s chaos afterwards. You spare a sympathetic thought for your HR-Director-promoted-to-University-President. But, really, you’re too out of it and in pain to care. Sleep calls, and it is not to be denied.

+

A few hours more of sleep, breakfast, and an email announcement to your classes (with additional assignments so your students won’t slack off) later, there’s a knock on the front door.

On the other side of the doorway, a bouquet of gladioli and yellow tulips greets you. This is held by a pair of elegant-fingered hands attached to a beautiful specimen of a man, who is currently gracing you with the sweetest smile that has ever existed in your lifelong awareness.

“Special delivery!”

Vlad passes you the flowers, your hands coming up to meet the gift in reflex. You met Vlad—a pretty and charming florist across your building—right after you moved into your apartment. Noticing the moving truck, he had wandered into the building and introduced himself, a pot of anthurium in hand. You were so taken by his kind and pure heart that you’d swore to yourself to protect this man and buy flowers from him regularly. To this day, the anthurium is still alive and bright-colored in your living room.

“I didn’t order this?” you say, admiring the flowers. “What’s the occasion?”

“It’s a get-well-soon gift from your students. They asked me to deliver it to you, since they have classes all day today and couldn't do it themselves.”

That’s sweet of them, to make a gesture like this. It warms your heart, and you bring the bouquet closer to your chest.

You almost forget that Vlad is standing outside the hallway, and he’s watching you with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Oh! I bought a strawberry cake yesterday. Have some as my thanks.”

“I won’t say no to that.”

You also brew him coffee, explaining that the combination is a feast on the taste buds. Vlad just hums in agreement, definitely not protesting against free strawberry-made food. As he enjoys the pastry, you sip your own coffee in contentment, the floral gift already arranged and added into the coziness of your living area.

Midway through decimating his cake, Vlad comments, “This is my first time inside your home.”

You pause. “Truly?”

“Truly.” He turns a little to his left, where the large windows overlook the campus, the sun glaring behind the edge of the main building far to the right. “Ah! The anthurium I gave you is still healthy.”

“Of course. I’ve been pretty diligent about taking care of it.”

Vlad smiles so prettily that your heart forgets to fulfil its function for a couple of seconds. Will that have to be added to your list of things to ask your doctor?

When all is finished, Vlad lingers in the hallway as you bid him goodbye. Then he asks, “Will you also call in sick tomorrow?”

You think about it for a moment. “If I still feel sore, then maybe. But as much as possible, I don’t want to cancel classes again.”

He takes the liberty to smoothen the wrinkles on your shirt, a move that you find odd yet not unwelcome. “I see. Then, rest well. I’ll see you around.”

The remaining hours of the day are spent on the bed, hot compress soothing your heavy muscles, while you catch up with your leisure reading. Every now and then your thoughts drift to the memory of Vlad’s smile, how it’s caught in the late morning sun, an example of perfect geometry. You don’t notice it—but your own lips curve of their own accord.

And then your phone buzzes with the group chat notification, the preview text saying, OUR SPY SAYS SURPRISE AUDIT TOMORR…

+

The next day, you come into the department office warmly welcomed by a mess of papers and Hideyoshi at the end of his wits.

“I’m sorry you have to come to work,” he says by way of greeting, the black undereye circles he’s sporting so obvious in his haggard face. “I would’ve told you to rest some more, but Mitsuhide says that the head auditor is personally seeing the audit of our college.”

You nod in sympathy. It’s not like your college doesn’t comply with the university standards—in fact, it’s one of the most compliant colleges ever, lauded (sarcastically though) by Executive Secretary Kicho whenever he has the opportunity for it. It’s just that, there’s a weird and tension-filled rivalry going on with your dean and the director of internal audit. Every time they cross paths you swear that the air thickens and darkens, static raising the hair on your arms and nape. It drives Hideyoshi insane and Mitsuhide gleeful. Dean Nobunaga, though—he’s just amused and so nonchalant about it all.

“S’okay, I planned on coming anyway. Uh, good luck to us, I guess? What time will the audit happen?”

“In the afternoon, right after lunch break—we have a little more time.” Hideyoshi sighs. Behind him your colleagues pass around a jug of coffee, the enticing smell reaching your nose. “It’s not that we’re not prepared, but we’ve been informed that today is going to be different. How exactly it will be different, I don’t know. Mitsuhide didn’t say.”

“But is Dean Nobunaga worried about it?”

Hideyoshi jolts at that. “Not at all! Our—our dean has full confidence in our capabilities. It’s just that—well …”

Hideyoshi’s devotion to Nobunaga has been a main topic in the college for some time now—ever since he assumed the position of associate dean, in fact. Apparently something happened between them in the past that made the once-average-performing student Hideyoshi shoot for graduating with distinction so that he could follow Nobunaga in whatever field he was taking. It isn’t like it’s a secret, but the teasing became so much for Hideyoshi he’d now get embarrassed whenever somebody mentions that particular point of his past around him.

Sometimes, you catch him unconsciously referring to the dean as ‘Lord Nobunaga’, but you don’t bring that up to him ever.

“It’s just that the audit director has been trying to sabotage our college and destroy our reputation! I can’t let that happen.” Hideyoshi’s phone rings, and he warily turns around. “I must check the other departments. We’ll have our post-audit meeting later. In the meantime, don’t push yourself too much, okay? Where’re the dept-heads when you need them …”

When you place your bag on your desk, a colleague offers you a mug of coffee, which you take gratefully. “Happy Friday, I guess?” you offer.

It’s met with a snort. “Say that again after you finish filing all your student evaluation forms. Bet it hasn’t even reached seventy percent compliance.”

Your co-faculty is right. “Mine’s sixty-three.”

“Ouch. You still have class this morning, right? There’s still time. Happy Friday.”

You sigh, thinking about begging your students to fill out their evaluation form again. Happy Friday indeed.

+

“Vlad!”

“Oh, hello.”

There are two other customers perusing the displays, curiously sniffing the blooms. Instead of meandering around, you head straight to the counter, where Vlad is rearranging the decorations beside the cash register. He waves a hand goodbye at the one customer who exits without buying anything and glances at the other, who’s still smelling the flowers. When his shining eyes fall upon you, you momentarily forget what you’re supposed to say.

“Uh—oh, right! I’d like to place an order,” you say, checking your phone for any additional instructions. When you find none, you go back to Vlad, who’s watching you with his customer service smile. “A bouquet for our boss, something that means respect and success and great job and all.”

“Hmm.” The smile cracks and becomes more excited. “Did something good happen?”

“We just survived a surprise audit. Everybody was ready to demolish our building out of sheer panic, but Dean Nobunaga led us to victory. The audit director looked so frustrated! We just want to celebrate tonight. Can it be done?”

“Of course, you can count on me.” Vlad steps out of the counter. Somewhere in the corner, the other customer sneezes. “I already have something in mind. I’ll get on to it right away.”

He shows you a preliminary illustration of the bouquet, and you, knowing nothing about the language of flowers, agree to everything he suggests. It’s paid by the college budget anyway, so whatever. When the flowers are finalized, you hand him Hideyoshi’s card. Vlad raises an amused brow, having gotten to know the man via your recountings of your college shenanigans whenever you drop by, but swipes it wordlessly.

“I’ll pick it up later, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

At the door you turn and see the remaining customer having an allergic reaction to sunflowers. Caught off-guard by the scene, you approach the person to help, meeting Vlad’s concerned eyes at the other side. It takes you an hour for the matter to settle, and you finally leave the flower shop, Vlad’s soft, cool voice lingering behind you.

+

By next week, and the several following, Vlad gives you flowers.

Not a bouquet, just one hand-picked flower that he offers you by the apartment exit with a cheerful smile and a morning greeting.

“What’s this?” you ask.

“Just something to brighten your mood,” he answers.

And that would be that, except every day it’s a different flower: today it’s an amethyst flower; tomorrow it’s angelica flower; the day after that it’s lesser celandine; and so on and so forth. There’s no pattern to the choices of flowers he gifts you, and oftentimes you wonder if he’s just carding through the types of flowers alphabetically for no reason at all.

It comes to a point where even Nobunaga makes mention of it:

“Your admirer is committed to their daily presents, I see.” 

He’s caught you on the way to your department office, studying the flower as if it holds all the answers to the universe. You freeze at your dean’s voice, and Nobunaga takes the opportunity to intimidate you through proximity. He eyes the flower before gauging your reaction, and something in your face delights him, because he grins and says:

“White clover. Interesting.”

It takes a few more seconds, but you manage to gather your wits.

“It’s just from the florist near my apartment building. He’s nice and generous enough to give me flowers to ‘brighten my mood’, as he put it.”

“Indeed.”

Nobunaga’s grin hasn’t slipped off, and a grinning Nobunaga means a dangerous Nobunaga. You still remember that time when he audaciously announced that he intended to unify all colleges under his lofty purview, which incited a whole spectrum of responses ranging from sardonic amusement (Dean Sariel) to a declaration of war (Professor Kenshin). It’s risky to stay inside the perimeter of a scheming Nobunaga, so you pretend to look around and gasp dramatically, pointing to a corner as if expecting somebody to materialize out of thin air.

“Oh, look! Isn’t that Doc Hideyoshi coming to get you? Well, dean, it’s nice to talk to you. See you around!”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of responding when he calls out, “I’ll guess tomorrow’s choice—peach blossoms.”

+

Vlad’s flowers are too beautiful to put away once they wither, so you elect to press them and have them framed in your home.

But as you stare at the array of the colorful gifts for you, you can’t help but think of what Nobunaga told you earlier. It haunts you until the next day, when Vlad hands you a frame of pressed peach blossom flowers.

“Peach blossoms are out of season,” he elaborates, “so I preserved them until I can give them to you.”

The words escape you quicker than your brain can catch them:

“What the hell?”

Vlad falters, his genial smile wavering, and you scramble to accept the gift with a sheepish smile of your own. A dour Vlad makes the world go dimmer, so you try to salvage your faux pas.

“I’m sorry! I just meant—you’re going to think it strange. Yesterday, my boss saw your gift and then predicted that today’s flower would be peach blossoms. And he’s right! I can’t believe he’s right.”

As you recount your conversation with your dean, Vlad listens in rapt attention, his expression serious, until you mention Nobunaga’s parting words, and that lights up Vlad’s face. “Oh,” he says, narrow-eyed pleasure uplifting his features. “What an interesting man.”

“Is he? He just made a lucky guess, I bet.”

“Why don’t you ask him what he thinks? Maybe he guessed my intentions correctly as well.”

That makes you pause. “What are your intentions?”

Vlad chuckles. He taps your nose once, almost teasing but also fond. Your heart skips a beat.

“That takes out the fun, doesn’t it?”

Later, at the faculty room, Nobunaga sweeps by and sees the framed peach blossoms on your desk. The smirk he’s adorning is practically radioactive in its smugness.

+

Before the end of the day, you cave.

You march up all the way to Nobunaga’s office, heedless of Hideyoshi’s offended squawk, and demand, “All right. Explain.”

Nobunaga leans back on his plush leather chair and eyes you critically, arms folded across his chest. If you were anybody else, and Nobunaga anybody else, the way you treat your boss could invite a surprise visit from the HR. But you’ve been working in this institution for a while now, and four-fifths of those years had Nobunaga as your dean. He may be intimidating at first—and he still is—but you’ve discovered that underneath that warlord-philosophy he’s got going for your college is a big brother who would readily tease his younger siblings with relish at every opportunity.

Which makes him all the worse when you think about it.

Behind you, Hideyoshi attempts to catch your attention. “What do you think you’re doing—”

“White clover. Think of me.”

You and Hideyoshi both halt and stare at Nobunaga. The twin looks of confusion fail to daunt him.

“In the language of flowers, white clover means think of me.”

He lets the words hang in the air, and you and Hideyoshi glance at each other—he bewildered and you boggled.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you doubting Lor—Dean Nobunaga?!”

You level Hideyoshi a pointed look. He coughs discreetly. Before you can say anything further, Nobunaga redirects back the topic at hand.

“I am certain. You may ask me about the meanings of other flowers, if you wish.”

“Okay … Amethyst flower?”

“Admiration.”

“Angelica flower?”

“Inspiration.”

“Lesser celandine?”

“Happiness coming your way.”

“Hibiscus?”

“Delicate beauty.”

You pause at that. “What? Really?” You shake your head. “Uh … Viole—blue violet?”

“Faithfulness.”

“... Peach blossom?”

Here Nobunaga smirks, just like earlier. He lets the silence marinate for a bit before dropping the bomb.

“I am your captive.”

Hideyoshi gasps; you’re not sure why—he’s not the one being wooed. The two of them await your response, Hideyoshi vibrating with what you suspect is materteral commentary on the subject matter.

“Seriously?” you say.

Nobunaga just nods.

“Is someone courting you?” Hideyoshi explodes, grabbing your shoulders and whirling you to him. His expression is a little frantic, as if he can’t believe that he wasn’t informed of this. You’re tempted to say that he can always adopt you if he wants to continue indulging himself of his motherly urges. “You know them well, right? You’re getting to know them well? They have a stable job, right? What’s their annual salary rate? They better not have any criminal record. Have you asked for their CV—”

“Okay,” you declare, escaping the associate dean’s line of interrogation and heading towards the door. “Thanks for the answers, Boss. And Doc Hideyoshi—you might as well slap my suitor’s face with money based on how you’re shaking right now. Anyway, gotta go.”

“Wait, I’m not finished—”

“Byyyyeeeee!”

+

Tomorrow comes, and just like any previous days, Vlad is waiting for you by the apartment building exit, and this time the flower he offers you is a rose. Red and fully blossomed.

“This is the most beautiful rose that bloomed in my garden,” he explains without your prompting. “I’d like for you to have it.”

Hesitation colors your movements. Even you know what a red rose means. Vlad’s gaze is guileless, and you’ve no doubt that the man knows that by giving you a rose, he’s declaring something with intent.

Though it's only a single flower, its fragrance is remarkably potent. “A-Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“You know what this means, right?” And, because you can’t help yourself, you add: “I asked what the other flowers’ meanings are.”

“And what did you find out?”

So you tell him what transpired the day before. Vlad listens diligently, a serene light cast on his face. When you enumerate the list of flowers he’s given you the past weeks and what they symbolize, the calm smile that curves Vlad’s mouth widens and widens.

When you finish, Vlad’s grinning, white teeth sparkling against the morning sun. For some unfathomable reason, the thought of him being a perfect toothpaste model renders you distracted. You nearly miss him stepping closer to you.

He leans towards the side of your face, his hand grasping one of yours and pushes something on your palm. Your fingers enclose on a narrow stem, thornless.

Then Vlad whispers into your ear, “So … have I succeeded, then? Did you think of me in the last several weeks?”

He also smells of roses. This close, you note the floral scents that cling to him strongly. Like he’s bathed every day in flowers.

“Well?” he spurs, and the warmth of his breath accelerates your heartbeat. It makes you realize the lack of distance you have with each other.

“Oh,” you mumble, shifting your feet. Vlad remains in his position. And then, softer: “Constantly.”

Vlad sighs happily, pressing his nose against your hair and inhales your scent. You jump in surprise, not expecting that. But before you can make another move, he’s lessened his proximity to you, hands on his back, head tilted, innocent smile on.

“Did you … Did you just—”

“I’ll send a frame of pressed agrimony to your boss, and—” Vlad looks at you slyly “—attach my CV while I’m at it.”

You blink.

“What.”

⇼

Endnotes:

Other reactions from Nobunaga's unification goal: confusion (Prof. Isaac); bloodthirst (Head of Security Motonari); airheaded intrigue (Prof. Dazai); nosy intrigue (Prof. Arthur); resentment (School of Divinity Dean Kennyo); rebellion plotting (then-Prof. Kicho); a raised eyebrow (Prof. Michel); pure stressed out (then-HR Director); pure amusement (Director of Audit); refusal to be one-upped by this villainy (Prof. Clavis); etc. etc.

The apartment building you live in is owned by the kind landlord, Comte.

Vlad deliberately set up his flower shop across the apartment building so he could unnerve Comte whenever the landlord visited the building. When Vlad had developed an interest in you, Comte barged in his flower shop once and threatened Vlad not to hurt his tenant. Vlad sent him hops flowers, just because.

You luckily managed to reach 70% compliance in student evaluation that day before the audit session. Happy Friday.

Hideyoshi reads Vlad's CV and ruptures his blood vessels. Mitsuhide is there to see it in real-time.

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[otomefoxystar]

Duty of a Princess - Chapter 2

Fandom : Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC

Genre : NSFW, Angst

TW: Break- up

Author notes: Smut in this chapter, minors be warned.

The stupid letter could wait. Arthur had to go to you and go to you now. He rode fast and with purpose. Your horse was already tied up when he got there. You were sitting next to the pound, throwing flower petals in. You turned when you heard someone walking. Upon seeing Arthur, you choked out a sob and ran into his strong arms. He wrapped you into his warmth, taking in your scent as you took in his. Both of your eyes wet and red from crying. You finally looked up at him. Seeing the tears running down his face, you wiped them away and kissed him hard. moving your lips together. There was no need for words; you knew what the other was thinking. This was the last time you could be together like this. This. Was. Goodbye.

You pulled away, and Arthur rubbed his nose against yours and pressed your foreheads together. "You," he said with a shaky voice, "are the love of my life. I will never love anyone the way that I love you." That only made you cry harder. "And you are mine, my light, my safe place." Your heart was breaking. "If only we could run away together, I would go, no questions asked." He shook his head with a pained face, "No. This relationship was doomed, to begin with. I knew you were the Princess and had duties to your family, but I couldn't stay away. 

Now, my love." He cupped your face, backing up and looking at you. "Do what you must do, and I hope you can love this man one day. All I want is for you to be happy. I know this is hard right now, and we are both hurting. It will get easier." Another tearful kiss. "Arthur, you must promise me something. Move on. Find love again. I might not have that luxury, but you do. Find a woman you love as much as me or more." He shook his head vigorously. "Promise me, Arthur." He moved his hands to your hands, entwining their fingers. "I promise I'll try." 

You shook your head. "That's not good enough!" He sniffled, "That's all you're going to get." You laid your head on his chest, listening to his nervous heartbeat. "Let's not be sad anymore and make the most of our time together." You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes, and he grinned.

You knew what he what he was suggesting. He wanted to take you into town. "Someone will recognize me." He kissed you tenderly on the forehead, taking your cloak off and putting his own on your shoulders, covering your head with it. "Not if they can't see your face." He gave you his signature cheeky smile, and you just gazed at him. "Follow me." He mounted his horse and rode into town with you following not far behind him. 

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the town amazed You. It's only on special occasions that you go into town, and it's been a long time. You dismounted your horse as Arthur put his horse away. You looked around, feeling nervous that the townspeople would recognize you. Arthur came back, offering his arm to you. "No need to worry, Luv, let's walk." He took you around the town, strolling slowly, stealing small kisses. He bought a dessert to share with you. He poked your nose when you got cream on it.

 You noticed the sun starting to set and looked at Arthur sadly. He shook his head. "No, not yet." He led you to an Inn and stopped in front of the door, searching your eyes, looking at you sincerely. "Stay with me tonight." You looked up, realizing where he had taken you. "You didn't even need to ask." You beamed at him, taking his hand in yours.

You walked into the inn, and Arthur requested a room as you stood in the back with your head down, hoping no one recognized you, especially at an inn with the King's scribe. You walked up the steps hand in hand to your room. Arthur shut and locked the door when you were inside the room. The lock made a noise louder than it should have been. The atmosphere quickly changed, and you weren't sure what to do with yourself or what to say. 

You looked at each other, and he lowered the cloak from your head, 

brushing your hair behind your ear. "Can I have you? If this is the last time I can be with you, I want to etch myself into your entire being." He moved closer, cupping your face and kissing you with all the passion and determination he had. "Let me love you one last time." You kissed his nose, "I would never say no to you, Arthur." He arched an eyebrow. He knew that if anyone found out he had deflowered the Princess, it would be his head on a stick. "It's different for you. You're the Princess. You should say no, but I want to be greedy tonight." 

You smiled softly, "Then be greedy." He took off the cloak and kissed your lips sensually. This was a different type of kiss. He had never kissed you like that before. He pulled away, looked you in the eyes, and cupped your face with his large hands. " Close your eyes." Doing as he asked, you closed your eyes, and he placed a kiss on each of your eyelids. 

It was clear that he loved you just as much as you loved him. He placed gentle kisses upon you, moving to your neck, eliciting a moan from you. Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment, and you turned your head away. Too immersed in tasting your skin, he didn't notice your embarrassment. 

Moving behind you, he moved your long, wavy hair off your neck to lay over your shoulder. He kissed the back of your neck. He moved his hands to your arms, his fingertips moving down your arms. Then to your waist. He moved his hands up your curves. You started breathing heavily. " Are you nervous?" You swallowed, " Yes, but I want to be with you." He kissed your cheek. " I'll try to make you as comfortable as possible." 

His hands, still on your sides, released you and went to the ties on your corset; he removed the ties one eyelet at a time until he slid it off your body. Feeling an overwhelming urge to kiss his lips, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, looking him in the eyes and then crashing your lips to his. He helped you remove every piece of clothing until you were only your dressing gown. You discarded Arthur's clothing as he had done to you. Unable to resist, you smoothed your hands down his solid chest. You put your hand over his thumping heartbeat. He grasped your wrist. "It beats for  only for you." Arthur helped You out of your last article of clothing, and instinctively, you crossed your arms, covering your chest. He smiled at how innocent you were. He picked you up, placing you gently on the bed, and laid on the bed next to you.

  Looking at you softly, he traced the outline of your face with his finger. Running it over your soft eyelids and down the bridge of your nose. "I want to memorize you." Your legs entwined with his, you reached up, putting your hand on his cheek and kissing him. Then, put your head on his chest. "This will always be my safe place." You kissed his chest and felt a warm wetness fall onto your shoulder. You looked up, seeing the tears run down his face, and tears filled your eyes. "I love you; I will always love you. Even if we can't be together, I will still love you. I want you to know that." He gave you a tearful kiss. "I don't want to leave you, Arthur. I love you too much." He bit his lip, his blue eyes searching yours. "Just be with me here and now, and let's forget what tomorrow will bring." You cuddled into his chest and kissed his collarbones.

The sun had set, and a dark curtain fell upon the two lovers. Arthur kissed the top of your head, then lifted your head so you were looking at him. He kissed you with a passion he had never kissed you with before. His tongue twined with yours, his teeth nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away. His hand was on the back of your neck, your hair in his fingers. 

 He kissed along your jaw to your neck, and a moan and a sigh escaped your lips. "You like that, don't you?" You nodded, feeling unable to speak. He bit and kissed, careful not to leave any marks but still providing you pleasure. Distracted by his lips, you felt his hands caress the curves of your body, and you tensed. "relax. If you don't like it, I'll stop." Your body relaxed, letting him continue with his explorations. His hand smoothes over your belly and glides slowly up till it halts, and he stops his ministrations on your neck, turns you on your back, and sits between your legs. You knew the position change that things were about to heat up. There was no turning back now, not that you'd want to. 

His hands cup your soft breasts, and you gasp. Not used to being touched there. He squeezes and massages your supple breasts, gauging your reaction, and your breath hitches. His fingers pinch your nipples, and heat flows through you, and you moan as he twists your nipples. His length beginning to harden. He bends down and takes a nipple in his mouth, lightly biting and circling the areola with the tip of his tongue. He does the same to the other side. 

He kisses your lips and bends by your ear. "I'm going to touch you now." You nod with nervousness and lust filling you. He occupies your mouth as his hand slides down till it reaches your heat, and he cups it, startling you a bit, but him touching you there makes you tingle all over. he takes two fingers and moves through your folds. It felt different from when you touched yourself thinking of him. To actually be touched by him was so so much better. 

"my love?" You looked at him, "can I put my fingers inside of you?" You nodded as you breathed heavily. As he gently slid a finger inside of you, the invasion felt better than you thought. He began thrusting his finger inside of you, and as you panted at the way he was making you feel., he was getting harder by the second. He added a second finger and was thrusting his fingers in gently. Desire was completely consuming you. You had never this way before, a physical need for him. Arthur pinched your nipples again, making your desire for him insatiable. He withdrew his fingers from you, and you suddenly felt too empty. 

Arthur hovered over you and gave you another fiery kiss, his hardness touching against your thigh. It made you both excited and scared. When he released your lips, he cupped your cheek. "Will you let me make love to you?" There was no hesitation; you wanted this so badly. "Yes,"  you replied; he looked into your eyes, searching, "Are you sure?" You kissed his nose, "I'm sure. I want this. I want you." He kissed you, his tongue delving into your mouth. "I love you." He said as he nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed you there.

He spread your legs so that he was at your center; he ran his length down in between your folds, putting the right amount of pressure on your clit to cause you to shiver with pleasure for a moment. Once his length met with your entrance, he put his hands in yours, entwining your fingers together. "This will probably hurt." You creased your eyebrows, and he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue diving into your mouth to distract you. He pushed in gently, just the tip entering your warm cavern. Trying to be gentle, he slid in slowly, only allowing a little at a time. It had been relatively easy thus far, and you had no pain until he hit a wall. You winced in pain, and Arthur stopped, not wanting to cause you pain, but he knew it was going to happen. " Should we stop?" He asked

 You shook your head, " No, I want to keep going. I want this, Arthur; I want to be one with you."  He smoothed your hair back. "I want that too." He pushed forward, and you squeezed his hands tightly and shut your eyes tight as you went through the motions of the pain washing over you; you hadn't even realized he had finally connected fully with you. When he smoothed your hair and kissed your forehead, you opened your eyes. he looked at you worriedly. "How are you?" Your brows still furrowed, "I don't know? The pain is starting to subside." He smiled softly. " I hope it didn't hurt too badly." You leaned up and kissed him."Make love to me, Arthur, just go slow." He bent down and gave you sweet kisses. "I will"

He pulled back and thrust back in. He kept his promise and went slow, but soon you were feeling this insatiable desire for more and your hips bucked, trying to get closer to him. "You can go faster now. Please go faster." Arthur smiled, "It's starting to feel good, isn't it?" You nodded. He sped up his pace, and your hips lifted in time for his thrusts; your bodies were in perfect sync. He lifted one of your legs and placed it over his hip. The new angle had you reeling. Your moans were loud and frequent, adding to Arthur's pleasure and urging him to give you more. 

Soon, you began to heat up. You felt the wave of heat from the crown of your head down to your toes. Arthur felt the pulsing of your walls, signaling your oncoming orgasm. “Arth…ur…Holy hell!" Your moans had turned high-pitched, and your leg fell off his hip. He reached between your bodies and began rubbing your clit in circles. Soaking in the intense feeling, his thrusts matched the erratic pace of you lifting your hips. 

Before you knew what was happening, Your vision went white, your back arched, and shockwaves ignited your nerves. Your walls tightened around his length, and Arthur knew you had reached your climax. With you clamped around him, it was making it hard for him not to follow with an orgasm of his own. Just as you were coming down and you let your vise grip around his length go, Arthur thrust three and then four times and quickly pulled out, his seed covering your belly. "Sorry," he was clearly apologizing for finishing on your stomach. You just smiled, glad Arthur enjoyed himself as much as you enjoyed yourself. He got up to grab a hand towel and wipe your belly. He laid next to you and softly ran his fingers through your hair. "I love you, I always will." You took his hand, kissed it, and held it close to your heart. "My heart will always beat for you." The sadness you felt was echoed in his eyes. 

You both were hurting, and there wasn't anything either of you could do to ease the pain that you both felt. You looked out the window, seeing the dark blanket covering the sky with the moon illuminating your room. "You should probably get back before your family thinks you ran away." You nodded, "Yeah, I guess it's gotten pretty late." You said, melancholy seeping into your voice as you stared at the twinkling stars. "Look at me" Arthur turned your head so your eyes were locked on those azure eyes that you could lose yourself in. "Thank you for tonight. This is a memory I will keep locked in my heart forever." You kissed him hard and with need. You wanted to remember the softness of his lips, how he tasted, how his lips moved with yours. 

Tears fell, not just from you but from you both. When you both reluctantly released each other's lips, you put your face against his chest, hearing the thumping of his heartbeat and taking in his smell. He put his nose on your head, combing your hair with his fingers, inhaling deeply, trying to imprint the smell of your hair. It was no secret that you were both in heart-wrenching physical pain from the impending goodbye. Both your faces were illuminated in the moonlight, making each other in awe of the other. Unable to resist, Arthur kissed you, twining his tongue with yours. He kissed you till you were both breathless. 

Knowing you had put it off long enough, you both got dressed and walked back to the stables with Arthur's cloak shielding your identity. Arthur held your hand tightly the whole way, your fingers entwined intimately. No words were shared as this was the moment you both dreaded, the moment you both wished would never come. You observed him as he brought out your horse. You were rooted to the spot, unable to move, frozen with an uncontrollable grief. If you hadn't been a Princess, you could've fought for your love and won. If you weren't a Princess, you could be with him for the rest of your life. Damn, being a Princess.

 When he turned around, your eyes connected, and it was as if, at that moment, you both shared the hurt; you knew exactly how the other felt. Without hesitation, he put his hands on your face and kissed you deeply at every angle, turning his head each time. This wasn't your usual kiss but a kiss of desperation. Suddenly, you both sank to the ground, your skirts in the dirt, but at that moment, all that mattered was being held by Arthur. Your eyes locked, and you threw your arms around his neck and pressed your body against him as the tears fell. Arthur held you tightly, his body tremoring with his own sobs. You remained this way until no more tears could come from either of you. You lifted your head from his shirt and noticed you had soaked it with your tears, but he didn't seem to care as he captured your lips in another heart-wrenching kiss.

When you both released each other's lips, you searched his eyes and put your hand on his cheek. "I love you." He spoke softly as he leaned into your tender touch. "I love you too, Arthur." Neither of you wanted to elaborate on the love you held for each other. You had caused each other enough pain for one night. He moved to stand up, helping you up in the process. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you against his body, and pressed his forehead against yours. "Shine radiant like a twinkling star, the brightest star. That is what I want for you." He stepped back to look at you. "I want you to finish that Novel and share it with the world; I want everyone to see your passion, your heart of gold." You placed your hand over his heart. "Because this heart is sacred and deserves so much." You pulled away and stepped up on your toes, pressing your lips on his forehead, closing your eyes tight, knowing this was it. You had to leave. 

You mounted your horse, but he grabbed your hand before you could go. You squeezed his hand back, knowing this was the final goodbye. Tears rolled down your face, and he kissed your hand, his lips lingering. Reluctantly, he let go, each of your fingers holding on until your hands were empty. You took the reins, and your horse started moving forward. You looked back as you got closer to the end of the town. You watched Arthur get further and further away, finally forcing yourself to face forward. The tears broke, and you couldn't control the panic setting in.

Arthur watched as you exited the town, and as you turned the corner, he knew he couldn't be strong any longer, and he let his weakness take over. His back hit the side of the stable, and he slid down until he was sitting down. He hugged his knees, looking at the castle, knowing that's where his love was, but it felt like you were so far away. When you arrived at the castle, you were still wearing Arthur's cloak; rushing straight to your bedroom, you lunged on your bed into the pillows. Your body felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece, and you fell into an unrestful, dreamless sleep.

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[unicornwithachainsaw83]

Need help looking for a fic!

I’m looking for an Ikemen Vampire fic where William Shakespeare returns to the mansion. Could someone please let me know if they find one or if they know any? I’d appreciate it. If I can’t find one I might just write one myself.

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[cloudcountry]

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

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

WARNINGS: None!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Operation befriend Isaac is underway!

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[misty-moth]

If I lived in the mansion:

Me: “Hey, Wolfie? I’ve had a song from the future stuck in my head and—“

Mozart: “Let me guess: you want to hum it for me so I can play it for you?” 🙄

Me: “What? No, I wanted to ask if I could borrow your clarinet.”

Mozart: “…I’m a pianist. What, since I’m the ‘music man’ of the mansion, surely I must have every instrument??”

Me: “Don’t you?”

Mozart: “…”

Me: “…”

Mozart: “You will have it professionally cleaned before returning it to me.”

Me: “Whoa, so the great Mozart has used this mouth piece?? An indirect kiss…” 🫢

Mozart: “You will have it professionally cleaned before using it and before returning it to me.”

#i was thinkin about how many songs get stuck in my head and how that would drive me nuts if i couldn’t hear them #and i think the fics where he plays songs for mc are adorable #but i also think wolfie would not be as keen to have arthur’s wifey pestering him 😅 #wolfie <3 #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp #ikemen vampire

[violettduchess]

A/N: Because he didn't have one yet 💜

WC: ~600

He tastes like coffee and wonder, like fudge and fervor.

The minutes leading up to this moment, this embrace in the depth of night, began with you coming back through the mansion door just as the clock struck the midnight hour, one hand pushing back the rich hood of your cloak, revealing cheeks flushed from the cold and eyes bright as sunlight winking off a morning’s frost. Your smile was wide and warm and open as you stepped into the parlor, searching for him. Arthur took one look at you, threw down his hand of cards and with a light smile and breezy valediction, took your hand and took his leave, pulling you along with him, away from the knowing glances of the others.

Up the wide staircase you go, down the carpeted hallway with its arched windows letting in pale slants of moonlight. Your room is much too far away and his may as well be on the moon. 

He needs you now.

And so he pulls you into a shadowy alcove, pulls you against his lean body. You’re laughing softly, breathless, murmuring something about still wearing your cloak and boots and- 

“As if that matters, luv.” 

And then his lips are on yours and you realize, no, no it doesn’t matter at all. Although eager, his kiss begins soft, one hand sliding up, across the plane of your cheek, thumb stroking smooth skin. His lips leave yours to roam the line of your jaw, to prowl the sensitive place below your ear. You tilt your head back and allow him access to the slope of your neck, expecting him to sink his sharp fangs in immediately, unable to resist the feeling of lawless pleasure.

He does not.

Instead, kiss after kiss decorates your skin, as if you are a blank page and he is the writer, jotting formless words of desire and devotion, of tenderness and aching affection along your throat, your collarbone, your shoulder.

No one before you has ever mattered. You are the beginning of his greatest story.

His name is a sigh whispered into the shadows, your fingers catching his chin and lifting his head back up so you can kiss his mouth, the romance of the moment draped around you like silken cords. His hands slide under your cloak, untuck your blouse from your skirt and slide underneath, palms pressing against the bare skin of your back. Up they slide, along your spine, then back down the lines of your torso. You are softer than vellum, his fingertips curling and tracing a filigree along your waist. They feel feather-light, like ink trails across your skin.

“I need you,” he breathes against your lips, sincere and honest, his heart a fragile thing you hold in your hands. And you smile, clutching the nape of his neck. “I need you too.”

He lifts you into his arms, kissing you once more, this time harder, a kiss edged with the promise of what is to come. You curl against him, soft and boneless as his long legs carry you down the hall, towards your room. You close your eyes, nuzzling into his neck, dropping kisses like tiny sparks against his skin. 

His heart thunders in his chest at your touch and he knows, with every fiber of his being, that you love him, as he is. You, who pulled his gaze away from the regrets of his past and helped him close the chapters on the trauma that had haunted him for far too long. Your love cradles him and keeps him safe, a cover to his fragile pages and a promise for all that is still unwritten.

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[etheries1015]

As long as you don't mind, maybe Theo, Arthur, Charles and Shakespeare comforting a fem! S/O going through a emotional flashback?(where you feel the old emotions, but it doesn't feel like you're there there; I know for me I get really dissociated during/after and stim nonstop while blasting music to help ground). Only if you're up for it of course and it's something you'd feel comfy writing ❤️ Thank you so much lovely!

Oh my gosh slay my first ikevamp request thank you this is such a good idea!! I hope you don't mind I implemented a scenario I feel would be a relatable emotional experience: somebody brings up your family, friends, or past loved ones, and you can't help but think back at your life before and begin to spiral and question your choices.

Ikemen Vampire x reader - How they comfort you

Featuring: Theo, Arthur, Shakespeare, Charles

TW: Descriptions of disassociation and (very mild) panic attacks.

General warnings: Fem pronouns, not too in-depth but I hope it's still okay!

Theo:

Theo I would say is not particularly the best at comforting, and does it in more of a round about way. However he can't help but need to do something....you're far too distracted while on the job. He had you come along with a few business deals with artists and nobles, and one specific thing a noble had said to you made you begin to think.

"Ah! Theo, and the lovely lady (y/n)! I've heard you have been established as a couple now, correct? Great for you! I'm sure your family must be happy you're with someone as stand up as good old theodorus here, huh?" One of the artists you had the pleasure of meeting blurted out. He hadnt meant anything by it and you knew this, however this was the start of you spiraling. The remaining amount of time you spent out and about with theo involved your eyes wandering to the ground, barely blinking while he led you by holding your hand. Your strides were slow and sluggish, and you had barely spoken a word ever since that incident. Finally you returned back to the mansion after he had finally called it a day, theo practically dragging you to his bedroom.

"What's going on with you hondje?" His eyebrows furrowed, "you've been weird ever since-" he stopped short of his sentence when he noticed tears filling your eyes which were colorless, your body slumping on the bed while you tried to distract yourself from the tears by picking at your nails. You simply shook your head, the words unable to form into coherent sentences thus silence was the best option for you. Theo didnt hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you and immediately begin to rub circles on your back, not pushing you any further to share what was going on.

He was content in the silence with you, he was a patient enough man to allow you to return to yourself in your own terms. Although he was gruff and often seen as outwardly brash and rough, however he knows when to hold back his often difficult attitude. Thus the next hour was him simply holding you in his arms, your light sobs soon evening out as you drifted into a slumber within his strong grasp. After laying you gently upon the bed, Theo made sure to take the following day off, for he knew he must dedicate that time to you.

Arthur:

You had began to make preparations for your wedding with Arthur, one of those things of course being a wedding dress. There were so many to choose from, and on top of being stressed about the whole ordeal and your anxiety creeping in, one of the tailors who were measuring you had nonchalantly said, "Oh dear, your parents must be ecstatic! Now tell me, where are they now? Shouldn't your mother at least be here for you while finding a dress for her precious daughters wedding?" You hesitated before gently responding to her that your mother lived abroad and you communicated by letter, and the woman quickly dropped the topic with a quick apology. The room suddenly felt thick and heavy, your chest tightened as you forced the tears that brimmed your eyes back. It wasn't until you stepped into the mansion after your dress endeavors, quickly rushing past any of the residents without so much as a "Hello." Its not as if you really noticed anyone anyways, your peripheral vision blurred and you felt numb. Any voices you heard drowened out, your mind wandering elsewhere. You wanted to be alone, you wanted to burry your face into your knees and try to cry, to forget the world exists, and fade away. you didnt feel real right now, you didnt feel like...you.

"Love!" You heard a familiar voice break you out or your trance, and panic began to set in.

Oh no.

You began to walk faster, 'don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry,' you kept telling yourself, 'If I see him, I will definitely cry.' And just as you had suspected, Arthur quickly caught up to you and grabbed your arm gently, a look of concern in his deep blue eyes. Your walls had cracked and the floodgates poured. He immediately pulled you into a tight embrace, swaying with you in his arms from side to side as you sobbed into his chest. Before long he was pulling you into his bedroom, instructing you to lay on his bed. He covered you gently with blankets and had gotten you water (and himself some coffee, of course.) He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong but knows better than to force you to talk. So, instead, he will lie down next to you caressing your hair. Your breathing began to even out, the repeated feeling of his gentle touch had calmed you down. You then spend the next few hours talking out your issues while Arthur peppered your face and jawline with kisses and continued to give you as much support as he possibly could.

Shakespeare:

"Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I'll no longer be a Capulet!"

The familiar line rang in your ears as the play went on, yet another rendition of your boyfriends ever so popular "Romeo and Juliet." However, this time, the words drowned out and you found yourself staring blankly at the stage. You could see blurred lines moving around in act, and words that were being called out as the play continued forward. Yet you were not listening to any of it. Memories of the past had bubbled up into your mind instead, memories of reading Romeo and Juliet for the first time, perhaps studying Shakespeare with your classmates in school, plays that would take place in your world, and faces of people you were once familar with playing those roles. You began to feel numb, devoid of emotions, living in the past without noticing Shakespeare had lay his hand upon your own in obvious concern.

"(Y/n)," he whispered into your ear, "what ails you, my love? Be not afraid to confide in me, let free that in which plagues thy mind," he coaxed. You let out a trembling sigh and simply shook your head in an indication that you had no intention to explain it right now, it wasn't the time or place, nor were you in the right headspace. He let out a slight sigh and rubbed his thumb loving over your knuckles whilst resuming his gaze on the stage, your mind wandering off once again in those memories now turned sour.

Once you had returned home to the villa, Shakespeare attempting to speak to you in the carriage left him feeling uneasy. You seemed far off, looking out of the window while responding in small one-word increments that left him mildly frustrated. Finally unable to contain the annoyance of being brushed off and failing to get you to speak to him, he had decided to grab your wrists and pin you to the bed, his eyes staring into your own with a hint of annoyance along with the overwhelming concern in his furrowed brows. he was about to demand you tell him what was possibly going on, however sudden movement caused you to finally break down, the tears that had been building up poured over and you began to sob. Any sign of annoyance was quickly replaced by pure panic and love, he removed his hands from your wrists immediately and pressed you into his chest. While smoothing your hair down he spoke poems into your ears, trying his best to distract you from whatever was bothering you. An hour went by and he had recited many of the lines from his plays, not even noticing you had ended up falling asleep within his arms... When you awoke you would find yourself comfortably tucked into bed, a cup of tea and little desserts awaiting you with your lover sitting and reading over a script. He wasn't particularly a patient one...however for you, he was willing to do anything to make it all better.

Charles:

You weren't into it this time, the kisses he places along your jawline and hands lovingly caressing your sides didn't leave you shivering in pleasure per usual. You were staring up at the ceiling, eyes void and staring out into space, laying still while your boyfriend halted his sensual advances. He furrowed his eyebrows in concern and lifted his head to reach your gaze as he hovered over you.

"(Y/n)?" Charles asked with a tremble in his voice, "are you...okay? Am I not doing a good job? I'm sorry I-" you interrupted him with a sigh and a shaking hand pressing up against his chest, pushing him gently enough for him to understand to remove himself from on top of you. You sat up with your shoulders slumped over and your hair obscuring your peripheral vision and staring down at your hands.

"I just..." You choked out, "just...remembering some stuff," you said, "don't wanna talk about it..." Your voice was barely above a whisper, yet the lack of animation in your movements and tone had strongly caused Charles to worry. He planted a kiss on the top of your head before removing himself from the bed, putting his shirt back on and buttoning it up.

"Well...then you just rest for now, and I will be back with some food! Food always makes things better," He said with attempted enthusiasm. You had not replied. With a sad smile, Charles kissed your forehead once more before leaving you to your own devices, understanding that you may need some space in order to collect your thoughts and feelings. When he had returned, you had covered yourself with blankets. He tried to resist the urge to set down anything and everything and bombard you with a tight squeeze, instead, he gently lay the food upon the tablet in the room, taking a seat next to you as your light sobs were not gone unnoticed by his ears. Charles removed the blanket from the top of your head, cooing in your ear, "I have food here for you, and tea made fresh by yours truly...would you try it, please?" He asked, puppy eyes to try and lure you out. You simply shook your head. With a defeated sigh Charles resorted to humming a tune and drawing circles on your back, he felt your trembling begin to come to a halt and your breathing evening out.

He knew when you were ready and able to confide in him, he was going to smother you with as much of his love as he possibly could. Perhaps together you could learn to forget both of your worries of the past for a little while...

Bonus: Imagine Mozart just playing piano for you. you're crying softly but he doesn't mind, he just continues to play until it eventually lulls you into a gentle sleep. He isn't good at comforting, but his music can convey how he feels about you.

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[onegianthotmess]

Okay, I’ve seen posts of the reader getting jealous of the suitors’ wives if they came back, but now I’m just imagining it happening to Jane.

Like, she and Theo got engaged a little while ago and then BAM!; Theo’s wife when he was human, Johanna van Gogh-Bonger, has been resurrected as a vampire and is staying with Comte for a little while and ends up inevitably crossing paths with her former husband. And Jane is both fascinated and confused at this situation.

She didn’t know anything about Theo’s life when he was human apart from what he’d told her, and Vincent never said anything because they weren’t his stories to tell Jane. But, seeing Theo and Johanna interact after so long, very easily picking up conversations and such, Jane had to go to Sebastian to ask what history said about Theo’s relationship with Johanna.

And was Jane in for it then.

Sebastian told her that Theo was practically enamored with Johanna, wanting to marry her very soon after they met and trying to propose even after being rejected a few times. They even had a son that Theo named after his beloved brother who was only a year old when he’d died. In short, Theo very quickly fell in love with Johanna and got married to her after a few years and a few rejections, even having a son a year before he died.

And Jane felt an old feeling of paranoia and insecurity make its way back into her. When she was human, Jane had felt this way during her time with Henry due to him having a reputation for having a wandering eye. She didn’t want this feeling to come back with Theo just talking to his previous wife.

She just decided to let Theo be with Johanna and focus on other things, to the point of near avoiding him, if unintentionally. In the two weeks she’d managed to avoid Theo, Jane had reorganized the library five times, knitted three scarves, learned how to make a new dessert, walked King by herself, read four books, and planted six new types of flowers in the garden with help from Sebastian.

Theo’s been trying to talk to her, but some polite excuse and a sweet smile make it impossible for him to get more than two and a half sentences in with his fiancée. And Jane finds it harder and harder to not cry every time she sees Theo or Johanna or even when she hears their names. She just can’t help but think that Johanna coming back is a sign that she shouldn’t marry Theo and just let him be with the woman he loved first. They even had a son together, for god’s sake! It wouldn’t be right if she went up and married Theo after he and Johanna finally saw each other again and got the chance to tie up loose ends.

One night, Jane finds herself looking at the engagement ring in her finger that Theo had given her and she contemplates returning it to him so he can be with Johanna again. He was enamored with her almost instantly while human, there was no doubt he was going to become enamored with her once more now that both he and her were resurrected. It would make the most sense to return the ring so Theo could trade it for a different one for Johanna if he wanted to.

It wouldn’t be that hard, anyway. Jane knew she wasn’t very special in any way, shape, or form. She’d only been recognized in her human life for her ability to give her former husband a male heir and because she was decently attractive. She didn’t have any special skills, she even had to relearn her mother tongue and learn a new language just to live comfortably in her new life as a vampire. No, Jane was just a woman that came a dime a dozen and many women had her qualities and even more added to that.

And Jane was just Jane. There was nothing extraordinary about her, nothing too special or memorable. Why would Theo even want to marry her in the first place when she was so plain?

She starts thinking it was a good thing Johanna came back to life and reunited with Theo. It helped Jane to become disillusioned that she was good enough for a man who’d done many great things and had great skills in his field of work.

Jane began to question why Comte had even resurrected her. She wasn’t special in any way, the only reason for her being a historical figure was that she was the third wife of Henry VIII and was the one who gave him his male heir. Why would she belong in a house full of great figures who have done great things to influence history? All she did was get married, get pregnant, give birth, and die.

All of these thoughts take up space in her mind and she ends up isolating herself from everyone for another two weeks, only taking small servings of Blanc and Rouge for her meals and staying in her room, doing things like sewing and reading while also taking care of her beloved bird, Enid.

Eventually, Vincent decides to pay her a visit because he’s been worried about her for the past month she’s been isolating herself. When Jane opens the door, Vincent gets even more worried. She looks tired and her eyes are a tiny bit red, her voice is a tiny bit hoarse when she smiles and softly tells Vincent to come in and apologizes for the mess in her room.

And things lead to Vincent asking Jane how she is when he finally notices her engagement ring is off.

And Jane merely gives a shaky smile and hands Vincent something she’d had clasped in her hands in her lap. It was her engagement ring. Jane says that Theo could have the ring back and give it to Johanna or do whatever he wished with it.

And it takes Vincent asking why Jane gave him the ring for Jane to break down and start bawling her eyes out. Vincent immediately pulls Jane in for an embrace and just lets her cry into him. It takes five minutes of Jane crying for her to calm down and be able to form proper sentences and coherent thoughts in her mind.

And then she tells Vincent everything.

She tells him about not wanting to be controlling over Theo, about how she feels like it’s better that Johanna came back so that she and Theo could tie up loose ends and possibly resume what they had before Theo died, about how she doesn’t feel like she’s anything to look at or be concerned about considering she can’t really do anything special or extraordinary, about how she shouldn’t marry Theo because he’s finally reunited with Johanna, and about how she shouldn’t even be in the mansion anyway because she can’t do anything or bring anything valuable to the household. And this confession breaks Vincent’s pure little heart.

Because he loves that Jane was able to make his brother happy again and that she was going to marry him. Jane was going to make Theo incredibly happy and be his little sister. Vincent was so happy for his brother and now he doesn’t know what to do.

Jane didn’t feel adequate enough to even be in the same room as Theo now and Vincent didn’t know how to make her feel any better. She even gave him her engagement ring to return to Theo!

But, Vincent knew that he couldn’t get through to Jane. Her being isolated left her alone with those awful thoughts in her head that convinced her of what she was doing right now. So, Vincent said he’d talk to Theo for Jane and he pat her on the head as he got up to try and help ease her. And as Vincent smiled at Jane, she couldn’t help but feel at ease, so much so that she was able to fall asleep for the first time in days.

And as Jane fell asleep with all of her awful thoughts, Vincent left down the hall to Theo, Jane’s engagement ring in hand, and to explain to his brother what was going on and hopefully help Jane out of the horrible mental mess she was in.

#why do these angst rants turn into almost full on fics??? #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp jane

[kays-sunflowers]

Gorgeous // Taylor Swift

Hi, I finally created a side blog for my Ikemen posting! Commemorating the occasion by posting a Theo. Yeah 🌻

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen series #ikevamp theo #I reread one of my fave fics ever (sunlight; triptych illuminated by cee aka rokutouxei) #and I got possessed by the ‘I love the Van Gogh brothers’ spirit again #if you see this tag drop me a song that reminds you of Theo 🌻 #kay draws

[klutzyroses]

Ironic, Poetic And Beautiful

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Drake x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,094

Summary: Y/N is pregnant with Drake's baby and she can't help but think if he understands the irony of that. And if he'd be okay with it.

Tags: Female reader, fluff, Spoilers for Drake's route, pregnancy, morning sickness, post Drake's route, reader having a lot of thoughts while cuddling

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The beautiful woman moaned tiredly, leaning back against the man she loved as he sat on the couch, catching her breath while the nausea subsided. She had not really wanted to kick off the morning by throwing up while Drake held her hair back, but the little one inside her had different plans. At 12 weeks, the morning sickness was very much going strong, in fact, it was kicking her ass like she owed it money. That was part of the reason she had agreed to live in the hideout that Drake once shared with his companion, Galileo Galilei. Mostly to be close to him and also because there was little sense in staying so far away from the father of her baby. And both the residents and Drake himself agreed that it wouldn't have been in Y/N's best interest to be traveling back and forth all the time…mostly because the previous carriage rides had sent her nausea and aches through the roof. Thus she packed her things and was living out the pregnancy with her beloved sailor and the father to be. She sighed in comfort as his hand rubbed soothing circles into her soft belly, his voice low in her ear.

“Feel better, little fawn?” His silky voice sent pleasant chills down her spine and calmed her nerves as she relaxed against him further, opening her eyes to look up at him with a faint but genuine smile. 

Her smile was returned, aquamarine eyes softening as the early morning’s soft gold rays reflected from the windows into the limpid irises, bringing out the warmth and love in his gaze. Her heart melted at the sight. There was once a time when Drake’s eyes were cold and empty, dark like the bottom of the sea, piercing like ice shards. She once shivered and quaked under that sharp gaze, but now, he looked upon her with care, like she was the precious treasure he had expressed that she was. And now she carried his child within her, a testament of their love and how far Drake had come, from the destructive, hateful pirate that he once was. She giggled to herself, she was sure that he himself wasn't entirely aware of his own growth. He'd always had such little faith in the kindness of others, as well as his own, even if she could see it plain as day. She knew that because she remembered how wonderful he was when she told him she was pregnant. At the time, she genuinely feared that he would run for it. Vanish out of her life, passing through it like a storm, leaving her in pieces.

'He's done it before, after all…' The melancholic thought struck her briefly, but dissipated when she thought of his reaction. She had never seen such a bright smile on his face as he picked her up and spun her around, his eyes brighter than the sky that day. It was then that she had realized that her fears, while not unfounded, were in fact, unnecessary, because he had fully accepted her and their baby, claimed them both as his own. She had since promised herself to trust him more. She bit her lip to keep her smile from growing larger, to little effect as she cuddled closer to him, listening to his heartbeat.

“Mhm. We’re okay now. Sorry…” She murmured, a bit sheepish, as she had woken Drake up with her retching earlier that morning and he had found her curled up on the floor, her hair a complete mess and her face pale. Not her finest moment, but she got cuddles out of it so...

“Whatever you’re apologizing for, it's okay, little fawn.” He shook his head with a wry smile before placing his hand on her stomach, feeling the beginnings of a bump starting to peek through.

“Hey kid, you’re being too rough with your mom, having her be sick everywhere.” He teasingly tickled her belly slightly, making Y/N laugh and squirm.

“Be nicer to her. Okay, Baby Drake?” His voice took on a softer tone, his thumb gently caressing her. Y/N blushed sweetly as she was soothed by his presence, by his touch, by his warmth, by his love as his words took pause in her mind.

Baby Drake. First born of Francis Drake, the dhampir and…last of the pureblood family. How funny fate could be. Remembering how she once witnessed the life of her beloved, she understood why family was a touchy subject to Drake. After seeing the frankly shocking way his supposed family treated him and his mother, she had been very hesitant to tell him of her pregnancy. But seeing how much he already cared about his child, she was confident that the hatred so prominent in the prejudiced household would not spill onto her baby. Thank goodness for that, though she herself could not help but note something funny about the whole thing.

In his pursuit of revenge, Drake had stolen the spear used to kill his mother and wiped the purebloods that shared his name off the map. None was spared if she recalled. She had witnessed him putting an end to the head of the family- who she wouldn’t have minded getting into the ring with, she had a pair of boxing gloves waiting, but that was probably the hormones talking- with that spear. Effectively ending the Drake lineage…save for himself. The only one remaining of the family of purebloods, a dhampir, the ‘stain’ on the noble house. She had to wonder what they would think of the fact that he was expecting a child…

Okay, she knew fully well what they would think of it, and what they would do about it, she saw it with her own eyes. She tensed up, feeling a wave anxiety at the idea of anyone putting her child through what Drake was subjected to. It made her sick to her stomach- for the second time that day- to even imagine it, though it wasn’t plausible. The Drake family was gone.

'But is it really?' The thought suddenly occurred to her as she glanced down at her stomach. Francis Drake was the last Drake…but that wasn’t quite accurate, was it? Her baby was a Drake. So the way she saw it, Drake ended the bloodline…and started it anew. She wasn’t sure what her child would be. Human? What was the half of a dhampir called? Either way, the noble purebloods, who so loathed the humans that were beneath them, were to be survived only by a hated dhampir and a human. The only way anyone would ever know the name ‘Drake’ existed was because of the dhampir child they persecuted. She felt a hint of smugness snaking in her chest. Oh, the irony.

“Irony of what?” Oh. Had she said that last part out loud? Y/N looked up to the inquisitive gaze of the pirate with a slightly embarrassed smile.

“Ah…sorry, I was just thinking out loud…it’s nothing,” Her vague answer prompted Drake to tilt his head curiously, making her internally swoon from how sweet he looked, so sweet that she couldn't resist pressing her lips to his cheek, softly kissing it.

“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or do I have to get it out of you?” His eyes narrowed slightly as he gave a sly smile, his fingers hovering on her sides with the silent threat of tickling. She squeaked.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you!” She huffed as he smirked at her. He always won. She hesitated for a second, it wasn’t exactly a happy subject, how was she supposed to bring it up?

…Oh well. Might as well rip the bandaid off.

“I was thinking about your family…Or, the Drake family. The purebloods, I mean.” She finished awkwardly as Drake’s expression gave way to surprise. She quickly spoke to clarify.

“I mean I…remembered what happened with…your mother…” She faltered when Drake’s expression grew blank, but pushed on. “And I couldn’t help but think about what they’d think if they saw you now…and that it’d be kind of…funny, in an ironic kind of way?”

“Ironic how?”

“Well…you, kind of…well, you got rid of them all.” She sighed, no point in skirting around it.

“And?” It didn’t really seem to faze him either way, seeing how his expression didn’t even stir. She occupied herself by looking down at her belly, which still had his hand on it.

“You’re the ‘disgrace’ on that family name, right? The mistake? Well…I think it’s funny that the child…the dhampir they thought was a flaw, is actually the only reason the name ‘Drake’ lives on.”

“...Huh?” His unreadable face became written with bemusement. She lifted her gaze to meet his.

“You wiped out the Drake family. That makes you the last one. But nobody would even know that last name if it weren’t for you. In the future, you’re the one who’s stamped in history, not them. You’re the one who made something of yourself. They were just a noble vampire family. Big deal, plenty of those out there. But you? You earned your greatness. It’s Francis Drake you find in the history books. Drake is your name, you just claimed it from the people who denied you. And I think that’s funny. Poetic actually.” She placed her hand over his, on her stomach, where new life grew inside her.

“And if that weren’t enough, the next generation of ‘Drake’ is going to be carried on by dhampirs and humans. That’s hilarious. You’ve permanently soiled their precious bloodline for centuries to come. That’s the ultimate revenge. And you, Francis the dhampir, accomplished that…” She smiled at him sweetly, a hint of mischief in her sparkling eyes as she tapped his nose with her finger. 

“By putting your baby…” She squeezed his hand on her stomach. 

“In my belly. So I guess what was on my mind, in essence, was just that…You’re incredible, Francis Drake. Thank you for being you, so incredibly you.”

“.....” She was met with silence and the stunned look he sent her way. She began to feel her face turn red. She got carried away. What business did she have to talk about his personal trauma in such an audacious way? She could only imagine how offended he-

“Pfft, hahahaha!”...Why was he laughing? She pouted as the broad shoulders of the pirate shook with badly suppressed snickering, moving away from him in a huff as she glared at him, indignant.

“You…you really thought of all that in 10 seconds? Your mind really wanders, huh?”

“Stop laughing at me!” He chuckles as his laughter dies down to beguile her with a smirk.

“And here I thought my revenge ended when I ended them…You just made it so much better. I never even thought of that.” Drake reached over, cupping her face and stealing his love for a kiss, which she readily melted into. He pulled back to look into her eyes, teasing.

“You’re more vindictive than you look, little fawn. Who thinks like that?”

“You do!”

“Heh, guess I do. I’m rubbing off on you, then.” He stole her lips once more, making her giggle as the expecting couple laughed between playful, mirthful kisses.

“So in other words, you’re my revenge, huh?” She blushed at the question, but bit her lip to suppress an ill-concealed smile. Not originally what her point was about, but she liked the sound of that. His happiness being the greatest revenge to those who hurt him so much.

“Yes…that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Her answer made a softer smile appear on his face as he kissed her again, much softer, much more loving and heartfelt, pulling away and pressing his forehead to hers, pulling her onto his lap as he enveloped her and their unborn baby in his embrace.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you. You and Baby Drake. My treasure, my beautiful revenge.” His tender whisper made her heart sing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking willingly in the safety and comfort of his arms.

“We love you too, my incredible, fearless pirate…”

And she always would be there to make sure his never ending vengeance continued. That he would always be happy, that their child, and any future children, would be loved by their family, the real family she was building with the fearsome pirate.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp drake #ikemen vampire drake #ikevamp francis #ikemen vampire francis drake #ikevamp fluff #ikevamp fic

[syneilesis]

Surprisingly, I made it! 🤓

So I imposed a rule to myself writing this ficlet, just to make sure I finish it on time: this ficlet has 6 parts, and in each part, I would have to write exactly 6 sentences. It's fun and challenging! I left out a lot of details, like allusions to Vlad's MC. If I didn't limit myself, I wouldn't finish this lol

Note: This ficlet is numbered and reverse chronological in order, with the last part occurring years into the future.

Glimpses of eternity

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad/Comte

5.

In the field of blood-red roses, Vlad stood in the middle, a silhouette against the setting sun.

"Vlad."

He turned, a forever-pure smile waiting on his lips. "Abel."

Le Comte closed his eyes, tried to smoothen the pinch of his brows.

"That name … it has been a long time."

4.

"Think about this again, Vlad."

"I already have, Comte, and my decision is still the same."

"Then I have to tell you that I won't abide by it."

"Ah – so that's it, then?"

A swallow, an exhale, shuttered. "Yes – that's it, then."

3.

In autumn, centuries later, they reunited amidst the dance of falling red leaves. Vlad's eyes were a shade redder, and pulled le Comte's gaze like the magnetic north.

"You are okay," le Comte breathed, and Vlad smiled.

"And you go by a title now."

"Yes."

They spent the whole night at an open cafe, talking and catching up, and Vlad's hand rested near the center of the table, inches away from le Comte's, warm and alive.

2.

He heard it from his parents, frantic whispers clinging to ornate walls, hushed with fear. Abel pressed up against the door, and his heart leapt off his body when Vlad's name left his parents' lips in distressful tones. He didn't think – his feet deciding on their own.

When he reached Vlad's home, it was a vacuum of deafening silence, only the lingering scent of blood from the melted snow remained. Abel searched and searched, but found no traces of the young boy with a pure smile.

Inside a giant closet: a strand of silver hair, buried under a pile of dust.

1.

Vlad's in the library again, stubby hands carefully gripping a hardbound book like it's a treasure. Today, it's an encyclopedia of Eastern flora.

"Ume," Vlad recited, the syllables foreign and round, like apricot. "Did you know that in the East they mean elegance and loyalty?"

He brought his bright red gaze to Abel, narrowed in mirth.

Abel's heart fluttered, like a loyal flower blossoming.

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6.

When everything else has passed, they meet again – this time, at a museum somewhere in Asia.

"Abel," Vlad says, smiling as if he's elated to reunite with le Comte once again, as if they hadn't argued and separated and reunited and fought again, "it's good to see you."

Le Comte wants to say, After everything? but he hesitates, because in the end Vlad's smile has always been and will always be, forever, pure.

In the end, he says, "It's good to see you too, Vlad."

And Vlad glows so much that le Comte has to turn his head away, blinded from such radiance, always so pure, always so kind.

It has, after all, been that way for the last millennium, and it will continue to be so in the next.

)

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen vampire fic #ikevamp fic #fic #my fic #ikevamp vlad #ikevamp comte #vlad/comte #i would've rambled more but i truly need to sleep lol

[otomefoxystar]

Duty of a Princess- Part 1 

Fandom : Ikemen Vampire

Suitor(s) : Arthur and Theo

Genre: Angst, No Smut, but highly suggestive.

Notes : Princess AU, this came over in a request and what was supposed to be a short fic is still ongoing so this is going to be at least a two part fic.

   She rushed down the hallway when she nearly bumped into her father’s advisor, Sebastian. “Where are you going?”

“Riding,” she replied, trying to step around him, but he grabbed her arm. “at this hour?” _ _ _ narrowed her eyes at Sebastian. He was always so nosey.

As if he knew she needed him, her father turned the corner, smiling wide at his beloved daughter. “It is not often I find the two of you in conversation.” _ _ _ rolled her eyes. “She sighed loudly, “only because he keeps sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.” Her father let out a boisterous laugh, “It is my job.” Sebastian said matter of factory as her father put his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be angry with Sebas. He is only concerned for your welfare.” He noticed she was dressed in her riding gear. “Where are you off to?” She shrugged Sebastian’s hand off her arm as she leaned into her father’s large form. “I was going to go for a ride.” Her father looked down at her. “It will be dark soon.” She looked at her father pleadingly, “I’ll be careful, Papa, I promise.” He arched an eyebrow at his beloved daughter. “Take your sword” She gave him a big grin and jumped into his arms. “Go before your mother finds you, or you’ll never go riding again.” She went without another word, racing swiftly to the stables, hand clutched on the pommel of her sword, keeping her word to her father.

What neither of the men knew was why she going riding and who she was about to see. As she mounted her large black horse, she kicked with both feet holding the reins in her hands as she yelled, “YA!” He went from a steady walk straight into a canter as his master had directed. She rode deep into the forest when she slowed her horse back to a walk, “Easy girl,” she spoke to her horse as she pet her soft neck.

Her father was right, it was starting to get dark, but she could still see enough to see another horse tied to a tree. She dismounted, tying her own horse up and walking into the clearing. She stepped forward slowly, her riding boots crunching against the grass. “Arthur?” She said quietly as she encountered him from behind. He rose to his feet, lifting her off her feet. She put her hands behind his neck, and he pressed his lips against hers and let her feet touch the ground as the kiss deepened.

When they finally parted, gasping for air, she smiled at him. He pressed his forehead against hers. “I missed you _ _ _” she closed her eyes, “And I missed you.” He took her hand and led her to a blanket he had prepared for them. They both lay down on the blanket. Arthur rolled on his side, resting his head on his hand. His deep blue eyes searched hers, “I want to be with you _ _ _, really be with you.” She rolled on her side to face him, “I know it’s hard, Arthur.” She ran her fingers through his dark hair. “I’m not even next in line. My sister is. I don’t see why they won’t let me be with who I want to be.” Arthur smiled sadly, “because my love, you are the princess.” She took his hand and kissed each one of his knuckles.

“They cannot stop me from loving you.” He gave her another sweet kiss, and he drew away smiling. “Arthur?” She said quietly when he attacked her with playful kisses and tickles. Laughing and out of breath, she laid her head on his chest. “This…This is my safe spot. I love you, Arthur, always, but  I must go.” She mounted her horse, and Arthur looked up, taking her hand. “Be careful, dove.” As much as he wanted to keep holding her hand, he reluctantly let go as she nodded and rode off into the distance. 

Their relationship was strange, but she hoped their love would prevail over all the hardship they had and will encounter. A blush rose to her cheeks as he bowed to her slyly while passing in the hall. Not before Sebastian came to her. “Your highness,” he bowed gracefully, “the King and Queen have requested your presence in the study.” She arched an eyebrow “together?” Sebastian nodded. “Yes, m’lady.” She squinted her eyes. “Your presence is required as well” Sebastian turned to Arthur. “What is this all about, Sebastian?” She asked, skeptical of what her parents had planned. “I cannot say I am sorry, your highness.” She shook her head and threw her hands up. “Of course, you can’t. I’ll go if I must.” 

She walked next to Sebastian, with Arthur following behind. Her father grinned as soon as she entered the room. “Ah, my youngest daughter has arrived at last.” He motioned for her to sit, and her mother moved forward. “It is time for you to do your duty to this family.” She said sternly. Her heart sank. Did she mean what she thought she meant? “What does that mean exactly, mother?” Her mother took a breath. “There has been a marriage offer, and we will accept.” She turned to Arthur, “I would like you to write the letter of acceptance.” He bowed. “Yes, your majesty” When he stood up _ _ _ Noticed his expression and how white his face looked. Her mother had just crushed his heart to pieces, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it except write this letter to her future husband. _ _ _ stood up.

“Here we go,” Her father said as she fisted her hands. “No! I won’t do it. Why can’t my sister marry him? She is going to be queen.” Her mother raised a hand for her daughter to stop. “Because he won’t be king, you are both second born. You will do this. We have already made preparations for your dowry to be sent to his castle.” Arthur watched as she fought for their love, but it was in vain. She was fighting a losing battle. _ _ _ ran her hands through her hair. “Why can’t I marry for love?!” Her mother scoffed, “That is not something nobles get. You will learn to love him, like your father and I did.” 

She pushed her chair over, startling everyone in the room, even Arthur. “I won’t do it!” She turned to leave. “Who is he?” Her father said quietly. She turned to look at the one ally she had. “Papa, please! I’m begging you!” Tears ran down her cheeks, “Whoever he is, say your goodbyes. It is time for you to be a Princess and do what is required of you. Now go clear your head, and when you come back, be ready to do what needs to be done.” It was a stab to the heart. She glared at him. Turned and rushed out of the room, slamming the door as hard as she could. Arthur closed his eyes as the door slammed shut, knowing they had just lost each other. 

She sprinted through the castle, not caring who she bumped into. Finally, as she came outside, she took in a shaky breath, the tears never ceasing. She sobbed as she saddled her horse. When she mounted, she kicked hard, making her horse go straight into a gallop. Her long hair flowing behind her, Arthur watched from a window as she galloped away. Her horse kicked up dirt behind them. She was always reckless with her riding. He had to stop worrying and focus on writing this letter. How was he supposed to write it when he knew she was so opposed to it? If she were more accepting, less hurt, maybe then he’d be able to write it with clear intention. No…not even then. It was his Achilles heel. He loves her and had to stand on the sidelines and watch her marry another man when his heart beat just for her. As he watched her go further into the distance for the first time since the altercation, he let himself feel. Tears formed in his eyes as he threw the first object he could find, then another, and another…And another until he fell to his knees a sobbing mess.

The stupid letter could wait. Arthur had to go to her and go to her now. He rode fast and with purpose. Her horse was already tied up when he got there. She was sitting next to the pound, throwing flower petals in. She turned when she heard someone walking, seeing Arthur there she choked out a sob and ran into his strong arms. He wrapped her into his warmth, taking in her scent as she took in his. Both of their eyes wet from crying. She finally looked up at him. Seeing the tears running down his face, she wiped them away and kissed him hard. Moving their lips together, there was no need for words; they knew exactly what the other was thinking. This was the last time they could be together like this. This. Was. Goodbye.

They pulled away, both needing air. Arthur rubbed his nose against hers and pressed their foreheads together. “You,” he said with a shaky voice, “are the love of my life. I will never love anyone the way that I love you.” That only made her cry harder. “And you are mine, my light, my safe place.” Her heart was breaking. “If only we could run away together, I would go, no questions asked.” He shook his head with a pained face, “No. This relationship was doomed to begin with. I knew you were the princess; I knew you had duties to your family, but I couldn’t stay away. Now my love.” He cupped her face, backing up and looking at her. “Do what you must do, and I hope one day you can love this man. All I want is for you to be happy. I know this is hard right now, and we are both hurting. It will get easier.” Another tearful kiss. “Arthur, you must promise me something. Move on, find love again. I might not have that luxury, but you do. Find a woman you love as much as me, maybe more.” He shook his head vigorously. “Promise me, Arthur.” He moved his hands to her hands, entwining their fingers. “I promise I’ll try.” 

She shook her head. “That’s not good enough!” He sniffled, “That’s all you’re going to get.” She laid her head on his chest, listening to his nervous heartbeat. “Let’s not be sad anymore and make the most of our time together.” She lifted her head, looking him in the eyes, and he grinned. “Someone will recognize me” He kissed her tenderly on the forehead taking her cloak off and putting his own on her covering her head with it. “Not if they can’t see your face.” He gave her a cheeky smile, and she just gazed at him. “Follow me” He mounted his horse riding into town with her following not far behind him. 

Hearing the hustle and bustle of the town amazed her. She dismounted as Arthur put his horse away. She looked around, feeling nervous that the townspeople would recognize her. Arthur came back, offering his arm to her. “No need to worry, Luv, let’s walk.” He took her around the town, strolling slowly, stealing small kisses. 

He bought a desert sharing it with her while they walked when she noticed the sun setting. She looked at him sadly, the side of his lip pulled up. “No, not yet.” He led her to an Inn and stopped, searching her eyes, looking at her sincerely. “Stay with me tonight” She looked up, realizing where he had taken her. She kissed his cheek, “you didn’t even need to ask.” She beamed at him, taking his hand in hers.

They walked in hand in hand and requested a room. They walked up the steps to their room. He shut the door and locked it. They looked at each other, and he lowered the cloak from her head, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Can I have you? If this is the last time I can be with you, I want to etch myself into your entire being.” He moved closer to her, cupping her face and kissing her with all the passion and determination he had. “Let me love you one last time.” She kissed his nose, “I would never say no to you, Arthur.” He arched an eyebrow. He knew that if anyone found out that he had deflowered the princess, it would be his head on a stick. “It’s different for you. You’re the princess. You should say no, but I want to be greedy tonight.” 

She smiled softly, “Then be greedy” He took off the cloak and reached behind her untying her corset. He placed gentle kisses upon her , as he revealed more and more of her skin. Laying her down gently on the bed, he kissed her with fervor.

Skin to skin, he traced the outline of her face with his finger. Running it over her soft eyelids and down the bridge of her nose. “I want to memorize you.” Her legs entwined with his, she reached up, putting her hand on his cheek and kissing him. Then put her head on his chest. “This is still my safe place. This will always be my safe place.” She kissed his chest when she felt a warm wetness fall onto her shoulder. She looked up, seeing the tears run down his face, and tears filled her eyes. “I love you _ _ _, I will always love you. Even if we can’t be together, I want you to know that.” He gave her a tearful kiss. “I don’t want to leave you, Arthur. I love you too much.” He bit his lip, his blue eyes searching hers. “I know, just be with me here and now.” She nodded her head, cuddling into his chest and kissing his collarbones.

The sun had set, and a dark curtain fell upon them. She looked out the window with a deep sigh. “It’s time for you to leave, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Yes,” she whispered. He walked with her back to the stables holding her hand tightly the whole way. She observed him as he brought out her horse. She stood still, rooted to her spot. Tears filled her eyes. He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply at every angle, turning his head each time. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, sliding it against hers wrapping it around hers until she knew she couldn’t prolong it much longer. She pulled away, placing her hand on his cheek and smiling. She mounted her horse, but he grabbed her hand. “Never forget how much I love you.” Tears rolled down her face, and he kissed her hand. “So long as you never forget how much I love you.” They squeezed hands, and she reluctantly let go, each of her fingers holding on until her hand was empty. She looked back as her horse moved forward, and Arthur stood there watching her go further away until he saw the castle gates open.  

He couldn’t be strong any longer and let his weakness take over. His back hit the side of the stable, and he slid down until he was sitting down. He hugged his knees, looking at the castle, knowing that’s where his love was, but it felt like she was so far away. When _ _ _ arrived back at the castle still wearing Arthur’s cloak, she went straight to her room. Looking out the window, she saw the town lights gleaming, knowing that’s where Arthur was. She lunged on her bed into the pillows. Her body felt like it was tearing apart piece by piece.

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[yanderepuck]

Can we please get a similar one of the arthur x self harm reader with maybe Shakespeare or comte (you choose)

I HAVE NO CLUE WHY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I think it sorta got lost in my inbox.

If you want to read the Arthur one is right here

ANYWAY!!! As I say with all of these depressing fics.. I HIGHLY APPRECIATE INTERACTION BUT UNDERSTAND IF YOU CANNOT. THESE FICS CAN BE TRIGGERING BC THEY DEAL WITH SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL ACTIONS

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED BUT IF YOU INTERACT I HIGHLY APPRECIATE IT

Also. This is going to be for Will. I will possibly do Comte a later time. I'm just not too in great at writing him

You lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Tears streaming down your face. You have locked yourself in the spare bedroom and now you are pondering. Overthinking.

This is never good. You say you have nothing to keep you busy but this is because you have no motivation to do anything to keep you busy. So you lay there and think. And think. And think.

You're spiraling. You and Will are far too similar. Putting on different masks, hiding who you really are. Hiding how you really feel. You're both good at it. A little too good.

The moment you turn the lock on that door your demeanor changes. One mask to another. Unlocked? You're happy and smiling and saying what you need to say so that no one suspects nothing.

But locked? The facade leaves. Your face drops and so do the tears. Your will to do anything evaporates.

You wish you could lower the mask when the door was unlocked, show Will that you hurt. Show him that you need help. But then you wouldn't be strong. What would he think of you?

He's the one that leaves and works at the theater all day. You have no real issues. What do you have to complain about? So you put the mask back on.

But now you lay here. You found more than just wine in the villa and decided to drink it. Drink it all. You thought if you drank enough that you could just go numb and fall asleep. Forget this even happened and wake up like normal when Will got home.

To feel something other than a heavy weight on your shoulders. Something that wasn't numb. Or feeling like a disgrace. He deserves better than you. Why would he keep you around? It can't possibly be your looks or your charm. He must feel bad for you.

He could drain you of all your body and you would only thank him. But you did that for him already. The alcohol was for more than just getting a little drunk. You simply hoped you would pass out. But since you didn't you grabbed a knife.

The empty bottle is on the floor. The knife is in your hand. But your hand? Lifeless on the bed next to you. The bed is soaking up your blood and you just feel dizzier and dizzier. Was it the alcohol? The loss of blood? You have no clue how deep you went, but the alcohol thinned your blood so there must be a decent amount.

Your eyes flutter. Feeling heavier and heavier. Until they close.

Oddly enough Will came home early that day. He wanted to come home and have lunch with you. He's been so busy and he feels bad that he hasn't made much time for you.

"Darling, I am home," he sounds so happy to be back early. But he gets no response. "Darling?" He starts walking through the villa looking for you.

"Has she went out?" He checks the main room, the kitchen, the bedroom. Nothing. But then notices the spare room door was closed.

They never kept it closed. He goes over and tries to open it, but it's locked.

"Odd," he tries to open it again. He was confused and went to walk away but got a huge whiff of blood. Too much blood.

"Darling?" panic settled in his voice. Did something fall and injure you? Is it blocking the door? He tries shoving the door open. Nothing. He steps back and licks the door. Once. Twice. The door flings open. Nothing was in front of it so what was-

He saw you on the bed and froze. The smell of blood was so strong that he went to cover his nose, but the moment his arm moved he snapped out of it and ran to your side.

"Wake up. Wake up!" he tried to shake you. He saw the knife and tossed it on top of a piece of furniture in there.

"No no no no no," tears start forming. He takes the scarf around his neck off and immediately starts trying it around your arm, as tightly as he can. Then the sash around his waist comes off. That goes around your other arm.

"Wake up!" He puts a hand on your cheek. You're still warm. That's a good sign. "Cometh on darling just move. Just a dram."

His hand moved to your neck to look for a pulse. Who is he kidding he doesn't know how to check for a pulse. So his head rests on your chest and he tries to be quiet, listening for a heartbeat. It's there. Barely, but it's there.

"D-Doth not leave me," the tears start flowing, and once they do they don't stop.

You feel yourself being shaken and groan softly. The first noise you've made in hours. You can't force your eyes open but you can tell someone is there.

What happened? Where are you? You can't move any part of your body, and if you can then you can't feel it.

Will gets so relieved when he hears that groan and hugs you tightly. Your body starts to wake up and as you start to feel the pain you remember what you did.

Oh no. No no no no. You didn't die. And he found you. You weren't supposed to be alive. The only worse than all of that pain might be having to deal with surviving.

"W-Will..." Your voice is weak and raspy.

"Shh. Doth not speak," he sits up and pushes your hair behind your ear. Your eyes opened for a moment and then shut again. Your breathing is heavy.

"Everything is fine anon. I am here." He can barely talk above a whisper. His voice cracks with every word. "Doth not move."

He keeps playing with your hair. Whether it be for his comfort or yours he isn't sure.

The blood is soaking through the scarf already. He wants to move you out of the blood but he is scared. He's scared to leave you for a moment to go get anything to clean your wounds.

"I am here.." he kisses you softly.

You pass out again briefly. You don't know how much time has passed when you wake up, but the room is lit up by a lamp.

Will is laying beside you, an arm around you, covered in your blood. You force your eyes open and look around. You look down at your arms and see that they are bandaged.

Did you really mean to take your own life? You just wanted a few cuts here and there to feel something. You've done it before. What went wrong this time?

You try to sit up and Will immediately shoots up. His face is all red from crying, pieces of his hair clinging to his wet face.

"Doth not move, darling," his hand cups your cheek, his thumb gliding across your cold skin.

You couldn't find the strength to sit up anyway. You can barely move your head to the side to look at him.

Fresh tears form at his eyes from seeing you in so much pain. "W-why?" His voice cracked. "Why? Did I-"

"Will.."

You weren't going to have him blame himself. It was nothing he did. It's all because of you. You're the problem. You were just trying to find a solution.

You move your arm up slowly and rest your hand on top of his that is on your cheek.

"Why did you not tell me? I hath-"

"No," you try to find the energy to talk. He's just going to talk in circles if you let him. "You did nothing wrong."

"Then why?" He wipes his face with the back of his hand the best he can, sniffling.

"Living...hurts," you drag his hand off of your cheek. You don't deserve his touch. Or his tears. You don't even deserve the bandages on your arm.

"That is whetefore I am here, darling. To help thee. We are to do this together are we not?"

Even after this he still wants to help you, but why? You're obviously a problem. You're too difficult to handle.

"Alloweth me to get thee another blanket," he gets off the bed, going through the storage boxes in the room to get a blanket.

You notice his clothes are covered in your blood. Choking back your tears, you close your eyes. Then you feel a blanket covering you. You talk just above a mumble. "I don't deserve any of this. You should have let me-"

"I love you," he wasn't going to let you finish that sentence. "I would not wish any companion in the world but thee. I never known love til thee," he kisses your lips. Your eyes open to look up at him, wondering why he's doing this.

"I would save thee again and again."

His smile is soft and warming.

"I-I'm sorry," the tears start pouring from your eyes. Now that they've started they won't stop. "I'm so-sorry."

He wipes your tears with the cuff of his shirt but they don't stop. "It is okay, darling. You are safe anon."

He kneels down next to the edge of the bed. You hold his arm, not yet strong enough to hold all of him.

"I pray thee. Doth not hide thy emotions," he rests his head beside yours, listening to your cries, and heavy breath.

After a few minutes he stands up, wiping tears from his own face. "Alloweth me to get thee something to eat."

You simply nod your head and let him leave the room.

~~

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[cloudcountry]

GOING ON A BAKERY DATE WITH THEO

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

WARNINGS: none!! :D

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

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

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

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

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

oops.

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

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

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

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

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

#wow 300 words EXACTLY #kat <3 #auburn talks ikevamp <3 #auburn's fics <3 #ikemen #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo fluff #ikevamp theo x reader #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp theodorus fluff #ikevamp theodorus x reader

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Writing Challenge Prompts

> Cookie's Writing Challenge Event Rules

September 15: Sweets

September 16: Sunflowers

September 17: Rest

September 18: Excitement

September 19: Animals/Zoo

September 20: Games

September 21: Beach/Sea

September 22: Physical Touch

September 23: Travel/Adventure

September 24: Home/Safe haven

September 25: Ducks

September 26: Pictures

September 27: Book/Story

September 28: Myosotis

September 29: Cats

September 30: Fashion/Clothes

October 1: Autumn

October 2: Music/Sing

October 3: Comfort/Sick Day

October 4: Forest

October 5: Puzzle/Mystery

October 6: Stars/Moon

October 7: Curious

October 8: Foxes

October 9: Quality Time

October 10: Yellow

October 11: Chocolate

October 12: Hibiscus

October 13: Magic

October 14: Exams

October 15: Picnic

October 16: Movies

October 17: Ice Cream

October 18: Surprise

October 19: Thrill

October 20: Lazy Day

October 21: Paint

October 22: Science/Facts

October 23: Doodle

October 24: Beloved

October 25: Lullaby

October 26: Mischief

October 27: Snacks

October 28: Dancing

October 29: Kiss

October 30: Fireflies

October 31: Boo!

November 1: Camping/Bonfire

November 2: Connection

November 3: Fangirl

November 4: Troublemaker

November 5: Fate

November 6: Date

November 7: Coffee Shop

November 8: Strawberries

November 9: Dear

November 10: Promises

November 11: Daydream

November 12: Pajama Party/Sleepover

November 13: Friendship

November 14: Letter

November 15: Cupid

November 16: A Night Out

November 17: Rainbow

November 18: House

November 19: Rings

November 20: Laugh

November 21: Secret

November 22: Time

November 23: Fireworks

November 24: Snow

November 25: Smile

November 26: Vacation

November 27: Alcohol

November 28: Knight

November 29: Portal

November 30: Flight

December 1: Hopeless Romantic

December 2: Quirky

December 3: Special

December 4: Future

December 5: Sunshine

December 6: Spring Day

December 7: Sparkle

December 8: Cuddle

December 9: Hot Chocolate

December 10: Garden

December 11: Eyes

December 12: Sunrise

December 13: Bet

December 14: Invitation

December 15: Gifts

December 16: Roses

December 17: Gratitude

December 18: Growth

December 19: Reunion

December 20: Memory Lane

December 21: Family

December 22: Escort

December 23: Responsibility

December 24: Candles

* Please use the tag "Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Writing Challenge" if you use the prompts in this prompt list. Thank you!!

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[violettduchess]

A/N: Vincent won the poll and with it, this kiss fic!

"This sadness will last forever" were supposedly Vincent Van Gogh's final words.

WC: 470

Trying to describe how it feels when Vincent kisses you makes you wish you were as talented with words as Dazai or Arthur. How can you possibly describe the feeling that floods you when he tenderly cups your face in his hands, eyes as blue as eternity, and leans down, softly pressing his lips against yours? 

You are one of his beloved sunflowers, cacophonous and bright, baring your soul to the radiant blue sky, joy beaming from every corner of your heart. You are the strong branches of the almond tree in spring, riotous with pink and white blossoms, each petal a happy sigh that escapes you. You are the black spire stretching itself up up up into the expansive starry night, reaching with your whole soul for the stars.

Vincent parts your lips, delving deeper even as he tenderly pulls you closer, wanting to feel your solidness against him. Sometimes you wonder if he is afraid you are nothing but a phantom that will disappear if he opens his eyes, a creature of mist and dreams that will dissolve under the bright rays of sunlight. Your arms wind around his neck, your body presses closer, reassuring him that yes, you are real. You are solid. And you are unconditionally his. He is warmth and gentleness, golden as wheat fields in summer but he is also fiercely protective, a strength easily overseen and underestimated due to the tenderness of his nature, the boyishness of his mien. You know the truth. You know there is no shoulder you would rather lean on, no hands you would trust to hold your heart more than his.

Oh, those hands. Those beautiful, talented hands move over your skin like a paintbrush on canvas. With every caress he decorates you in his desire, his love, his dedication, his admiration and you? You feel beautiful. You are a work of art, a masterpiece, glowing with each stroke of blazing adoration along your body. There is nothing that lifts his heart more than the content sighs you whisper against his mouth, the ardent press of your fingers into his shoulder when your body lights up with yearning. 

And if he pulls back for a moment, just a heartbeat in time, he can look into your eyes where he sees something unbelievable. He sees himself reflected there, in a way he never could imagine, despite the numerous self-portraits he has done. In the depths of your gaze, those windows to the naked essense of your heart, he sees himself as someone beautiful. Someone whole. Someone worthy of love.

Your name falls from his lips and just before he is utterly lost in the winding, sunlit path of your want, the hills and valleys of your body, he has a singular, sublime thought: 

This love will last forever.

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