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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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Hello! I am so happy your requests are open! Could you write for the grumpy bröer, Theo and prompt #19: "we can share, only if I can feed you." Thank you!

Hello dear anon! Hope you're having a wonderful day/night. Sorry it took so much time to complete this. Hope you enjoy this!

Prompt:19. We can share, only if I can feed you

Characters: Theo, gn! MC. (not in relationship)

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A/n: Cedric is side character in Theo's route. He is Theo's client

The evident discontent in those stormy blue eyes only deepened the delighted grin on your face. An incessant amusement danced in your eyes, which only prompted Theo to deepen his skin prickling glare on his co-worker as if adding fuel to the fire.

His desire only grew more when he looked in your direction, or quite precisely, at the stack of syrup-dipped pancakes in front of you.

But he had to control himself, as he remembered that he had lost the bet to you. He impatiently tapped his fingers against the table, which didn't go unheard by you. Your smile became more sympathetic and less of amusement as you saw his impatience.

You reminisced how you got how you had won the bet.

THE PREVIOUS DAY:

You and Theo were out in the city to select the paintings for his clients. Both picked a painting each to sell to Cedric, your esteemed customer.

You looked at your selection and smiled proudly to yourself. "I'm sure Cedric will choose my painting tomorrow. Theo scoffed beside you and crossed his arms. "No, knabbeltje. He's going to choose MY painting. I know his tastes and likes very well. "

"Oh please, Theo! Just because you are a famous art dealer here doesn't mean that your customers wouldn't like other's selection!" You turned to him with a sigh.

Theo raised a single eyebrow, a look of amusement in his eyes. He ran his fingers through his chestnut hair, his ocean blue eyes focusing on the small figure in front of him.

"The pup is barking against her master now, eh?"

"Speak for yourself, 'master.' "You scoffed exasperatedly.

Theo laughed mirthfully, amusement dripping in his laughter. "If you're so confident in your selection, Why don't we have a challenge?"

Your eyes perked up in interest at his statement. "Whomever's selection is picked by Cedric will be the winner tomorrow. "

You turned to him fully and asked," What will the winner get?"

Theo thought for a while before replying," The winner will get a treat from the loser in the parlour. And the losing one gets nothing to eat." You naturally accepted the challenge.

You were fuelled with a competitive spirit and accepted the challenge. Deep down, you were nervous. You knew this enterprising devil was not famous without any reason. His sharp eye and spot-on guess of others' character gives him a huge advantage over you. He's a prodigy, after all. But it was too late to take back your words by now.

The following day, you both went to Cedric's home with your paintings. You and Theo confidently smirked at each other, both of you willing to win the challenge at any cost. There was a playful tense atmosphere engulfing you both.

You asked Cedric to select a painting between the two that spoke to him the most. Time seemed to flow slowly as Cedric's hand touched his favourite painting. You squeezed your eyes shut, unable to bear the suspense any longer.

You opened your eyes, only to be greeted with a baffled expression on Theo's face. Cedric's hand was atop your painting. Your lips immediately broke into the broadest smile they can form, and your eyes were brimming with the confidence of a person who overcame their greatest difficulty.

You both finished selling the painting to him and came outside. You tapped Theo's shoulder with a grin on your face and chirped, "Well 'Master,' looks like the amateur has won the challenge this time.'

Theo smiled back at you genuinely, his fine features making him look even more boyish and handsome than usual. Your heart skipped a beat at his rare but genuine smile on his lips.

"Well, a deal is a deal. Let's go to the parlour, hondje. Gotta reward you for your hard work and victory. Looks like you're shining under my training."

You both shook your hands and smiled at each other, equally happy and feeling admiration for each other.

Theo took you to the parlour as he promised, and your mind was urging you to avenge Theo harmlessly. You thought of ways to tease Theo, and a brilliant idea popped up in your mind.

You just had to confirm one thing with him. "What was the condition again Theo, the one who lost gets nothing to eat, no?"

Theo nodded in agreement. You both took a seat. You called the waiter and were ready to give your order. But- just to taunt him, you pretended to go through the menu, thinking aloud. "Um- I crave something sweet. How about I order pancakes, Theo-? Oh, and also, I should not forget the syrup."

Theo understood your trick. Yet, he was getting riled up because you were taking full advantage of the challenge in your own way.

"Order whatever you want. And make it quick. I am not going to sit here and wait forever as you nibble on it."

You pouted at him. "I wanted to savour the pancakes slowly as I worked hard. But it looks like I can't…." You looked down at the table.

Theo sighed as he replied, "okay, stop right there. You don't have to guilt-trip me, you know? Do whatever you want."

You smiled at him, knowing that you had won the 'argument.' You ordered pancakes, and of course, the sweet syrup.

At present:

While you were taking your own sweet time enjoying the pancakes, looking at Theo trying to distract himself from his all-time favourite snack made you feel a bit guilty. You thought you had your share of fun, but you thought a little bit more of it wouldn't hurt anyone.

You looked at Theo and said, "Theo, I can't eat at peace while you are sitting there both patiently and impatiently at the same time somehow. So shall I propose an Idea?"

Theo leaned forward in his chair, a hint of curiosity shining in his eyes. "We can share the pancake, equally between us. But-" you gave a pause, looking at Theo in the eye. "But, what? Continue it, hondje."

You cleared your throat, preparing yourself for what you were about to say. "But- we can share, but only if I can feed you. "

Theo was taken aback by your proposal. He looked between you and the stack of pancakes, looking thoughtful. You were waiting for his decision. He looked hesitant, but he gave in to the temptation and accepted it. You laughed at him, amused by the way the tables had turned.

You cut into the pancakes and held your fork to his mouth, waiting for him to eat it. He nibbled at them, all the while looking away from you. The littlest hints of blush on his cheeks made you flustered as well, suddenly wondering how you look like to the other people. You looked at the glass window beside you, reflecting both of you. You looked like a couple, and suddenly, you felt butterflies in your stomach.

All of your confidence melted right there, just like the butter on the pancakes. You were about you retract your hand back, but Theo caught it gently before you could do it. He smiled at you and asked, "Are you taking back your deal? Will you leave me hungry? " You slowly shook your head, and Theo ate the remaining piece on the fork and grinned at you. "Eat fast. I also want to have my share of pancakes, as you said."

You realised it suddenly and nodded, quickly finishing up the remaining part of the pancake. Theo took the remaining half and ate it, still having a smug look on his face.

That entire evening, you were distracted, your thoughts filled with Theo and the failed challenge, which you thought would win by riling him up.

Hope you enjoyed reading it!

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whatever-fanfics · 3 years

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Just Think About It...

Reader eventually grows old and has to be looked after 24/7 no longer in the mansion. Your beloved goes to visit you everyday in the elderly home. You die shortly after his last visit. It has been not too many months after the reader has died you wake up in the mansion the way Napoleon did, in your old room no less! You spend years as a Demi-vampire and then somehow you slowly and painfully transitions into a full-blood vampire as a result of unknowingly being apart of a Faust’s experiments. Reader is the first artificially made Full-blooded Vampire.

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Either Le comte x reader or Leonardo x reader

I thought it would make more sense with the pure-bloods

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ecoamerica · 21 days

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madam-mademoiselle · 3 years

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The Ill Wind of Mozart's Horn Concerto No.4

It was one of those days where the rain was beating against the mansion, keeping residents at home. Normally those who are out in Paris at this time of day were occupying themselves in a little free time from their normal schedule. The weather being bad as it was, Sebastian forbade you to even take a carriage into the city to get what was on the grocery list along with the tenants' needs list.

You had more or less stuck with the same chores, wanting them to be done so tomorrow would be a lighter load on you and Sebastian. He had told you to make sure the windows and mirrors on the second floor were cleaned. The least favorite chore you had to do. There was that one smudge that resulted in a painful flick to the forehead.

With Mozart's piano playing in the background, you swore you almost heard the same tune. You hummed along with it before realizing what it was! You snapped your fingers and smiled. Oh he was not going to like this, but! This was going to be worth it for you!

You waited as he played through an arrangement before coming to the one you knew quite well. Clearing your throat while cleaning the window next to his door. As soon as the first stanza began, you followed along singing.

"I once had a whim and I had to obey it

To buy a French Horn in a second-hand shop;

I polished it up and I started to play it

In spite of the neighbours who begged me to stop."

The piano stopped briefly from your… lack of the musical ability to carry a tune. You made sure the hallway was clear of any of the residents, starting your lovely melody as Mozart began his concerto again. You sounded off again much to his dismay.

"To sound my Horn, I had to develop my embouchure;

I found my Horn was a bit of a devil to play."

The sound of piano stopping suddenly had you quiet again while footsteps could be heard marching towards the door. You pressed your lips together to suppress the smirk that was trying to make its way on your face. Facing the window and focusing on the cloth, the door opens to have Mozart peering around to find the offender.

Those violet eyes were drilling into your person. You pretended to focus on the glass but turned to him. You gave him a smile, "is there anything you need Mozart?" The rag in your hand as you paused to give him your attention. Staring into your soul, he stepped fully into the hallway.

"Yes, I thought I heard someone butchering one of my concertos out in the hallway." You turned your head down the hall, making a show of it. You turned back to him with an expression of confusion. "I'm sorry, I haven't been paying attention. I've been trying to make sure the windows and mirrors are clean and streak free. Maybe some hot chocolate and sweets will help? You stayed up late last night working on your piece."

That part was true, he was frustrated when he described the music he heard in his head wasn't wanting to come through the way he was wanting it. When he did come to bed, he tossed and turned before getting up and returning to the piano. When you woke up to see him sleeping on the piano, you covered him with his blanket, and went to retrieve some Blanc from the kitchen to drink later.

Back to the current situation, he shook his head, "no. I appreciate the offer. Thank you for the Blanc and blanket earlier mein liebe.” His eyes softened as he reached to push back a stray lock from your face. Feeling sympathetic, you wrung the rag in your hand. “You know Wolf, someone once told me you need to focus on something else and whatever thought you were thinking of so hard before, will come in front of your mind.

Seeing him looking indignant, you held up a hand, trying to soothe him. You started to tick off ideas for him to do. “Before you say you were playing something else, you still saw the notes in your head. Leave the music room for a little bit. Go to the dining room and get some lunch, I can make you coffee, or maybe go watch Jean and Napoleon spar, I’m sure Jean wouldn’t mind.”

He shook his head, “it's not that simple. It is at the end of my finger tips, the melody is there. Trying to convey it…" Placing the rag on the window sill, you take one of his hands in yours. You kissed the back fingers and squeezed his hand gently before letting it go. You knew he was a germaphobe and didn't want to push it too far.

"You'll figure it out and once you have it penned in the stanzas, it'll have its place. I won't keep you further, I have to get back to cleaning windows before Sebas finds out I am shirking work." You groan the last part. Thinking about any flicks to the forehead he may deliver if he catches a single streak.

He offered one of his private smiles for you before shutting himself back into the music room. You sighed and got back to work, listening to him play through his arrangements. Hearing the frustration in his playing as he tried to find the notes that eluded him. When you got to the last window and raised your rag to clean it, he started with that concerto again.

You waited patiently, keeping yourself distracted. Listing chores that you had completed, thinking of the shops you needed to visit in town, and even to the point where you were pursing your lips as you were mouthing along with it. He heard your God awful caterwauling for the first time. Mozart probably knew it was you singing and was too preoccupied with that tune to speak to you about it.

Taking it no more and ready to face his disappointment and horror when he realizes his significant other couldn't sing, you continued your song:

"I miss its music more and more and more.

Without that Horn I'm feeling sad and so forlorn."

Your voice had reached a deep pitch of the song when singing out forlorn. You coughed quickly to clear the tickle it had created in your throat. Quickly resuming where you had left off in your tune.

"I found a concerto and wanted to play it,

Displaying my talent at playing the Horn,

But early today to my utter dismay it had totally vanished away."

The piano had stopped abruptly. The rag dropped from your hand realizing what you had just sang aloud. Oh boy, that was probably the wrong thing to belt out when your composer boyfriend just told you he was having issues trying to wretch out that stubborn melody from his skull. You heard more than saw as the door to the music room swung open with more force than normal. In the doorway revealed Mozart, giving you an icy stare as he slowly walked toward you.

"MC? So it was you from earlier. I was going to give you the benefit of the doubt. However, I simply cannot forgive what I just heard." He placed his hand on the wall beside your head while you were staring at him with wide eyes. He moved to eye level, close enough to kiss him, his other hand moved to gently hold your chin in place. Maybe it was a bad idea to choose that song out of anything else? "Mozart, it's just that your music is so accomplished, that there may be some parodies of your work and that so happen to be one I overheard…"

He was silent, cool amethyst eyes watching your expression. Pondering about what to do with you. You had interrupted his time twice with what you called singing. No doubt everyone in the mansion had heard them. Grasping your chin, his eyes bore into yours, a small smirk started to grace his lips. "You had suggested I take a break. Come." Letting go of your chin and stepping away from you, he started towards his music room.

"Why are we heading towards the music room? I don't think it would be productive if you took a bre-!" Forgetting your momentary faux pas and getting slightly annoyed that you were still in your spot, he came back over to you to sweep you off your feet. "Your listening skills are as bad as your singing." That smirk got a little bigger as he carried you to the room. You glared at him for that little comment.

"I am going to take a break with mein liebe by giving her a voice lesson. That should inspire me." At the threshold of the door, he kissed you, teasing out a low moan from your throat. "Much better." With you still in his arms, he shut the door to start your "lessons".

*A few hours later*

Closing the door to the music room and hearing the piano's song flowing beautifully in the hallways you grabbed your cleaning supplies. Heading to the kitchen, you straightened up your clothes and hair. You happen to look at the wristwatch Issac had repaired for you, realizing it was 10 minutes passed the normal time the caffeine addicted vampires of the mansion took their coffee, Mozart included.

Arthur had beat you to the coffee grinder as he was drinking his fill of the precious bean water along with Leonardo present. His tool kit was sitting on the counter, putting away one of them. "Coffee grinder mess up again Leo?" Placing the bucket in the pantry and washing my hands, both vampires were silent, feeling their eyes on me. Drying your hands, you made eye contact with Arthur's sapphire ones. "What?"

"I didn't know Wolfie's bird wasn't much of a songbird. Was going to come out of my room and give you a standing ovation." Your cheeks were flushing red. You thought everyone had moved to the first floor, you had forgotten about the other residents that reside on the second floor. Arthur was probably writing instead of being with Theo. Leonardo chuckled, handing you the grinder. "Everyone heard you cara mia."

You groaned, hiding one of your hands. Arthur smirked at your embarrassment, "yeah. Mozart caught me singing to one of his concertos with verses that weren't really appropriate for it. He was trying to compose with a melody that wouldn't come to him and I told him a break would probably help."

Leonardo was silent, hearing the muffled sounds of piano playing. "It sounds like it helped cara mia or would prima donna be more suited to you eh?" You threw the drying towel at him, seeing him getting a laugh out of the teasing both of them were doing to you.

"It did, I'm just glad it helped. It finally came to him after he gave me some music lessons so I am happy he can get it on paper now." Placing the towel back on the counter, Leonardo left the kitchen, leaving you and Arthur. The smirk on his face grew the size of the Cheshire Cat's. "What? Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?"

"I think you enjoyed the lesson too, bird." His index finger tapped to the place where his shoulder and neck met. Miming him, you felt the dried blood from where you had ‘your lesson.'

"Arthur!" Furious, you placed the coffee grinder down on the table to chase after the laughing writer.

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Thank you @aeoncryptic for proof reading and for the support for my first Ikemen Vampire fanfic shot!

The song MC is an actual song called Ill Winds by Flanders and Swann. Take this fic as you will, just wanted to have a little fun with Mozart.

#ikemen vampire #ikemen mozart #ikemen vamp #ikemenvampire #mozart x reader #mozart x mc

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mooonverse · 4 years

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I really want an headcanon where Theo reacts to a Mc who turns into a cat. It would be so fun.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevam theo #theodorus van gogh #theo x mc #ikemenvampire

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juminly · 2 years

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Hello !!

So, I was thinking, how would react the suitors from IkemenVampire to an mc who LOVES to eat??😋🤔

Thanks and I hope you have a great day or evening 👍🏽👋🏽 (sorry for my English 😅)

Hi Nonny! <3 Your English is just fine as it is, nothing to be sorry about! ^^ Although my asks are closed but I had to write this cause I really love to eat haha. Couldn't write them all but here are a few: Comte, Napoleon, Theodorus, Arthur, Isaac, Mozart & Leonardo x Reader/MC who loves to eat –♥– Comte de Saint Germain The moment this man discovers that you love food, all your favourite things are always available in the mansion. Expensive chocolate? Exotic fruits? Traditional foods that could only be found on the other side of the globe? Always there and imported from anywhere around the world, just for you. He would even hire a chef just for you if he had to, but Seb and Napo were already doing such a tremendous job, loving the challenge of doing new things. If he has to go through the door to get you something from the future, he’ll do it. A new restaurant, pastry shop or bakery opened? He’ll take you there and if there was anything you really liked, he’ll have it delivered home to you if you ever craved it. Banquets? Much more frequent than they used to be, especially if it meant seeing your eyes glow just by looking at the assortment that was different, every single time. Also, no one, and I mean, no one is allowed to leave the dining room until you’re finished eating. A sharp glance at any of the residents who dares to budge from their seat, at the risk of making you feel uncomfortable for being the last one remaining and still eating. Or else, they would reap severe consequences. They didn’t know what they were. But feared then all the same.

Napoleon He is in love with your appetite for food and loves the fact that he can spoil you rotten by cooking and baking anything you want or crave. Knowing that you love food just gives him an excuse to spend even more time in the kitchen and it was even better when he has you around as his taster, sampling everything he does and ensuring it’s all perfect and most importantly, to your liking. But all this was also a way for him to spend time with you. The bright smile on your face whenever you tasted something so good was not only contagious, but addictive and he just wanted to keep you close, so he could see more of it and be one of the reasons for it. If you thought you were gonna get away and Napoleon wouldn't have you help him out in the kitchen too, you were wrong. Quality time with you was precious. Your love for food, you eating it and him making it was just perfect. All the more reason to keep you around and have you teach him the things you love so he could make them for you. Mozart What? You still want more? Are you really that much of a glutton? Although these thoughts went through his head but Mozart couldn’t care any less about how much you eat. This man didn’t use his words, but his actions said a lot. He cared more about the way you are and the way you bit your lip, eyes cast down and away when you tried to reach for the dish you loved the most on the dining table but it would be all gone. Mozart knew that you had already eaten quite a bit from it but he was clever enough to deduce the expression of disappointment mixed with embarrassment on your face. “Sebastian, can you please prepare more of X? I have noticed that you haven’t prepared enough.” To say the least, the Butler was dumbstruck by the composer’s request, knowing that he wasn’t that fond of the dish. But Mozart couldn’t accept you looking so forlorn when a smile suited you best. Isaac Your body most work in mysterious ways. The physicist could only manage eating half of what you eat, Leonardo and Napoleon being the ones who always push him to eat and remind him to drink Rouge. So your love for food was oddly fascinating to him, Isaac always eyeing you as discreetly as he could whenever you ate and were given a treat. It was your reaction, the way your lips turned up in a small smile that raised a fond one on his lips. He wanted to get a smile out of you. So he opted for the most covert tactic. Leaving treats outside your bedroom door at night, saving you from a midnight trip to the kitchen. It was only a matter of time until you caught him in the act, seeing him turn into a version of ‘Apple-kun’ you’ve never seen before. Theodorus It was a ritual that you had. After helping Theo run his errands around town, visiting a few galleries and checking up on some artists that needed advice, both of you would have to, must drop by your favourite place in Paris. The one place that made the best pancakes in the entire city. Your hums of approval after each scrumptious bite mimicking his own, making the art dealer happy to have found a kindred spirit who could appreciate the delight in perfectly made pancakes. But you took the art of that enjoyment further, extending to all form of decadent delights. Just as he appreciates all art, you were the same. And there you two were, like two cute puppies with your tails wagging happily, a serene expression of content on your faces.

Whenever he teased you and said something along the lines of: “Is it time for me to feed my Hondje?”, you had spent enough time with him to say: “Admit that you just want me to walk you and get you a treat on the way.” Arthur He loved a woman with an appetite. It also implied that it could be applied to so many more things in life, the naughty kind aside. If anyone understood what the meaning of self-indulgence was, it was him. “By Jove, I can’t help but wonder how tantalizing my life would be if you had that appetite but for me.” The flirtatious writer cannot help not making suggestive comments or seemingly voice the supposed indecent thoughts running through his mind. He enjoyed the banter that would naturally ensue, the shy frustration or the sharp glares you’d throw his way. “Do make sure to leave some space for later. I wouldn’t mind if you feasted on me.” Maybe he was joking or maybe he meant? With those sneaky laughs of his, you couldn’t tell. From the corner of observant eyes, Arthur could see you eyeing the different dishes spread across the dining table, an assortment that Napoleon and Sebastian had too much pleasure preparing. Your fingertips playing with the silver of your utensils, the look on your face was too easy for Arthur to read. Your hesitation didn’t sit well with him, whether it was indecision or you simply holding yourself back… well, he was going to do something about. Reaching for every dish he knew you liked on the table, he would offer it to you, placing a spoonful or two on your plate before setting them back in their place. What you wanted, you would get. As long as it meant you were happy. And deep down, he hoped he would be one of the many things you loved so much. Leonardo Every resident was astonished. They knew Leonardo was a polymath, a genius of all arts and sciences but he never, ever stepped into the kitchen. Not in the mansion at least. Until you came around. Maybe they did not know that in part of his biography, he had many thoughts about how a kitchen should be like and how good should be served. But it was possibly because he had lived so long, his primary need only being blood, he became out of touch with the ‘foodie’ side of himself. And seeing you, who truly enjoyed your food, made him encounter that side of him again, rise again within him. “Whatever you take into you should be well-cooked and of simple ingredients, Cara Mia.” He would say, golden orbs gazing at you fondly while his large hand rested on the crown of your head. Just seeing him casually walking in and out of the kitchen more frequently would make you think that he was nagging the men who took the title of cooks/chefs using themselves. On the contrary, they did not take Leo’s words and instructions as criticism, but rather as pointers to make their food better, healthier and even fresher. Cause if anything, most residents truly looked up to Leo for all his achievements. But he couldn’t care any less about that when all he wanted to ensure was that his little Cara Mia was well fed and happy. And maybe just maybe he was due for a trip to Italy. You would absolutely fall in love with the food there. –♥– Thank you once again to my waifu for helping me @theweebrises 💜 Please feel free to leave some love in the comments or some feedback!💜 You can also check out my Masterlist

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nyxs-sins · 3 years

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Writing Requests: Closed

I will write for…

IkemenVampire

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me

Twisted Wonderland

Creepypasta

Assassination Classroom

Angels of Death

Blue Exorcist

Bungo Stray Dogs

Jujutsu Kaisen

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Tokyo Ghoul

The Seven Deadly Sins

Rules are below, you can find my Masterlist in the bio or here.

What I WILL Write:

Pretty much anything.

Gender Neutral and Female MCs are easier for me to write, but I’m willing to try to write for Male MCs too.

Poly/LGBT+ MCs are allowed.

Canon Character x Canon Character

I’ll write headcanons, drabbles, and short stories.

What I Will NOT Write:

Check back to this one because these all depend on where I am mentally and will probably be prone to change.

Rape

Murder of Main Characters

Guilt Tripping into Sex (which is a form of Rape)

Incest

Sexualization of Minor Characters by American Standards (in America the age of consent is 18, I know in other countries it can go as low as 11).

Genderbent Characters

Drugs/Alcohol

Eating Disorders

Depression

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leonardhoee · 3 years

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Alright requests open yay um I’m requesting this on different blogs so I’m just curious of how other people will write the how about for a headcannon or fic idk ;-; Vlad x pregnant MC or dazai ( ikemenvampire )

Hi love! Thanks for the request❤️

I’m so soft for dad headcannons so I hope you like it! (I may have gotten a bit carried away with this😂)

Tagging: @ikemenvmpire @nafeary @aurora-morning @yanderepuck @delicateikemenmemes

Vlad would be the most protective dad. When you told him you were pregnant, he was overjoyed and would immediately become much more protective over you. He feels so blessed to have you in his life and now he’s going to have a child too? A dream.

He threatens Faust and Charles and tells them to be your doctors for the duration of your pregnancy. (Faust is also the one who delivered the baby and he hated every second of it).

Charles however, assures you that everything will go smoothly and they won’t let anything happen to you. You have nothing to worry about in Vlad’s care.

Vlad would create a new wing in his castle just for the baby, with toys and multiple play rooms. He is going to give your baby anything they could possibly want. (He’s going to spoil them even more than Marshmellow.)

Speaking of Marshmellow, she becomes just as protective as Vlad. If Vlad isn’t around and you have a headache or you’re sore, she’ll nudge you into bed and cuddle you till you fall asleep.

He gives you constant attention and brings you new flower bouquets every day when he comes home from his flower shop. Your room is constantly full of flowers and other gifts.

He will go along with all your mood swings and cravings. If you are craving a certain food he will make it and take you out on a picnic and a romantic walk by the river. He’ll also happily make you strawberry flavored dessert, even if you ask him in the middle of the night.

At night he kisses your stomach and tells the baby stories from when he was a king and how you and him met and fell in love. After all that child is his heir and they should know exactly who their parents are.

One day while you two are out on one of your picnics, Vlad brings up the idea of baby names. He tells you how he felt the first time you met and how he wants to name the baby after the first flower he gave you after you got together.

In the later stages of your pregnancy, he will not let you do any work. You’ll be pampered 24/7. Feeling stressed? He will kiss and cuddle you in bed till you feel better. Sore? He will give you the best foot/ full body massage you’ve ever had. Bored? He’ll take you out on a romantic date to someplace you’ve never seen before.

He internally panics when you go into labor during one of your outings to Faust’s church. Though he stays calm on the outside for your sake. Faust was the closest doctor around at the moment so he had no choice but to deliver the baby. Vlad was holding you up praying that both of you safely make it through the delivery.

His soul nearly left his body when he heard you scream in pain but Faust assured him that it was perfectly normal. He will tighten his hold on you and kiss your cheek, telling you how much he loves you and how well you’re doing and how the pain is going to be over soon and you’ll be able to hold your baby in your arms. (Though he was partially just reassuring himself.)

He is forever in awe of your strength in getting through that experience.

Vlad teared up when he got to hold her for the first time, seeing her little hand wrapped around one of his fingers. In that moment, he vowed to love and protect her with every fiber of his being. You and your daughter are the most precious things in his life.

Also, as much as Faust said he hated delivering a baby, his heart melted a little after seeing your daughter looking up at him with her big eyes full of love.

Vlad is so proud that his daughter has the same eyes as him and he calls her his little princess. He even gives her a tiara every year for her birthday with different flowers woven into it.

He is the most attentive dad and almost cried when she walked for the first time and fell into his arms while they were playing in the garden together.

Her first word was strawberry and he got so excited that he carried her around and showed everyone that she just spoke for the first time.

“Look at my talented daughter she just said strawberry!!! Strawberry!!”

(The first time she burped all over Vlad, Charles almost cried with laughter.)

She goes to school with other human children and sometimes goes to Napoleon and Isaac’s teaching sessions. (Vlad wants her to integrate with humans.)

Vlad also takes her to his flower shop and helps her create bouquets for you. (Her cuteness attracts plenty of customers so his coworkers are always happy to have her around.)

She grows up with a love for gardening just like her dad, and one of their favorite things to do together is bond over their love for flowers while running around in the garden together.

Vlad is also the reigning king of hide and seek and sometimes he will even organize scavenger hunts around the whole castle for his daughter. (Marshmellow, Louis, and Mephistopheles are her assistants.)

Uncle Charles absolutely loves playing with her, running around the castle carrying her on his shoulders, or letting her cuddle and play with Louis. Much to Faust’s disappoint, she develops his fashion sense after being around him so often. (She just likes the bright colors Faust let her breathe)

However she loves her Uncle Faust and always asks him to read to her. (He acts like he doesn’t care but he can never refuse her when she runs up to him with her little book. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he will take a break to spend time with her.)

Sometimes she walks into his lab while he’s doing research and begins asking him questions about every little thing in the room. He usually tries to tell her to leave but the objection dies in his throat when he looks at her. He ends up answering every question. (When Charles teases him about having such a soft spot for her, he claims he’s just “studying” her behavior. We all know the truth though)

She also develops Faust’s dry, sarcastic sense of humor, and he secretly loves her commentary about everyone when she comes to tell him about her day.

She loves playing with Marshmellow and they will often take naps together. (Marshmellow’s fur is her favorite blanket)

Once she is old enough to run, Vlad starts teaching her fencing and self defense because “a princess must be able to protect her kingdom”. Once she’s older, she starts sparring with Charles too.

Vlad is incredibly proud of her and demands everyone treat her with the same respect they give him. Together they are the most powerful father-daughter duo.

Overall he is the best, softest dad but he will not hesitate to cut some people if they disrespect his family.

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tanzen-neko · 3 years

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All Along (Theo x MC)

All Along (Theo x MC) Chapter: 1/2

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Warnings: No real warnings for this one besides a brief mention of vomit at the end, and a very frustrated Theo.

The pub was crowded and loud, but that didn’t stop Theo’s ability to hear her twinkling laugh over the raucous voices of the crowds. Posted at a table in the corner with his partner in crime Arthur, Theo was trying to ignore the overly sweet perfume of the two women hanging off of Arthur. He had no interest in the town harlots, despite having hooked up with the redhead in the past. Instead, all his attention was focused on a certain flush faced clumsy housekeeper who his dear brother Vincent casually had his arm thrown around as their heads brushed against each other’s during some private conversation. He snarled at the glass in his hand before slamming back the contents, the ice clinking against his teeth as he drained it. Always observant, Arthur’s eyebrows shot up at his friend’s display. Though Theo was a bit rough around the edges, he usually was not someone who was prone to public displays of anger. He searched the bar with his eyes to discover the source of his mate’s frustration, and once his eyes landed on a certain lady laughing freely with Theo’s older brother, he understood perfectly what was going on. Their darling resident and housekeeper _______had decided 2 days ago that instead of returning to her own time, she would stay here with the inhabitants of what she playfully dubbed “The Vampire House''. She claimed she had grown too attached to all of them, and the time period to leave. As a result, Arthur had insisted on taking her out to celebrate with himself, Vincent, and Theo. Of course, Theo had made it a point to state he couldn’t care less if she stayed or left, but Arthur knew his friend too well to believe him. His being at the pub was enough to show that. Arthur bit back a chuckle as he noticed that anytime she laughed or moved, Theo’s eyes were glued to her. He could lie as much to himself as he wanted to, but Arthur knew better.

“Dear ladies, if you would be so kind as to excuse me, and my mate here. I believe we need to refill our cups, and join the residents of our happy home,” he stated to the pouting ladies. Truth be told, he was growing weary of these two particular birds anyway. Instead, he had been eyeing a rather cute barmaid with very short hair and glasses who was keeping to herself in the corner of the bar cleaning the same pristine mug, almost ignoring the boisterous crowd.

Making sure to bow and kiss each of their cheeks to soothe any hurt feelings, he clapped Theo on the back, and practically dragged him along to the bar, and placed another drink order with the gruff man behind the counter, shooting a wink to the barmaid who rolled her eyes and made it a point to turn her back to him in response. He smiled lazily at her antics. What a stubborn cutie. As they waited, he let his eyes casually drift over to the merry party.

“She’s really wormed her way into all of their hearts, hasn’t she?” he asked. Theo didn’t respond. Arthur tried to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible.

Though I’m glad she decided to stay, I can’t help but believe she stayed behind for someone. What say you, mate?” Theo finally rose to the bait. He turned on Arthur with a snarl.

“What the hell does it matter to me that she and Vincent have decided to couple up? If he wants a filthy mutt, then that’s on him. It’s none of my concern.” Arthur held back the exasperated chuckle that threatened to come out of his throat.

“You really believe she’s staying for him?” he asked in disbelief.

“Well it sure as hell ain’t me,” Theo growled out. “The little idiot’s petrified of me.”

The words burned in Theo’s mouth, but he forced them out. It was the truth, anyway. She had been afraid of him since day one. Whenever he had spoken to her, she would look everywhere else but at him. When he had encountered her in a room alone, she would wring her hands like a cornered animal. Any jokes, or teasing he made were met with wide eyes, and stuttering. So he had decided to leave her alone. Even though just watching her go about her day was enough to cause his heart to clench up. Or listening to her hum and laugh made his day all the less dreary. She had captured his heart before he had even known he had one. Ignoring the pang in his heart, he tapped his fingers impatiently on the counter. Arthur took mercy on his friend, but he couldn’t help but let out a sigh. When would Theo learn? Instead, when the bartender brought the drinks, he scooped Theo’s up before he could grab it.

“What the hell, Arthur?”

“Now, now Theo. We need to join our friends. You may be in a foul mood, but I think they would appreciate our company.”

Ignoring his protests, Arthur strolled over to the table, and smiled at the greetings. Plopping in the seat next to Vincent, he placed Theo’s drink across the table, and let out a chuckle at his friend’s scowl. He grabbed his drink up and downed it, loving the burn that seared down his throat. It was almost torture for Theo to be seated across from her, and not look into her smiling face. His foot brushed against hers, and he saw her jump. He caught her eye for a second before she looked down at her empty glass.

“Everything ok, pet?” Arthur asked. Theo held back his jealousy. She wasn’t Arthur’s pet. She was his Hondje. He held back his eye roll as she flashed Arthur one of her beautiful smiles.

“Nothing, Arthur. My cup’s just empty. I’ll go get another.”

“I’ll come with you,” said Vincent, already standing up. She flashed him a grateful smile, as they made their way up to the bar, Theo’s chest humming with envy.

It was about an hour later, and it was clear that _________ had finally reached her limit. Her mouth seemed stuck in a perpetual smile, and her words were slightly slurred. Her laugh had become louder, and at one point, her head had dropped to Vincent’s shoulder. Theo felt the snarl coming to his face, almost bit through his lip to hold it back. He had never felt more sure of their relationship than he was in the moment. He pushed down the sadness that threatened him, and abruptly stood up. He missed the glance between Arthur and Vincent, however.

“That’s a right idea, mate. I’m sure we would all appreciate you getting her home safely,” he said.

Theo turned to him, flabbergasted. “I’m not taking her home! Why can’t you or Vincent?”

Arthur clucked his teeth. “‘Fraid not, dear. Vincent here promised me a night out, and I intend to keep him on that. Plus, I want to try my luck with that icy barmaid. It’s been a while since I saw…such delicious fresh blood around here. Besides, you seem to be on your way out anyway.”

Theo turned to Vincent for help, but quickly lost hope. His brother was looking up at him with his bright eyes, and that pleading smile he knew he couldn’t say no to. Knowing he was defeated, he let out a sigh.

“You have 5 minutes to get her outside. I’ll be there waiting.” Without waiting for an answer, he stormed outside. In truth, his heart was pounding, and the cold wind felt amazing on his hot face. He thought about flagging down a carriage, but quickly ditched the idea. The rolling motion may upset the little idiot’s stomach. It had nothing to do with the fact he didn’t know how he would react to being in an intimate space with her. Especially now that she was his brother’s. So he would play the polite gentleman whom his brother had entrusted with his beloved. He heard rather than saw ________ exit the front of the door. Trying to nonchalantly turn to see her, he grit his teeth at the intimate picture she completed with Vincent. The lanterns from the entrance seemed to weave themselves through her hair, and light her eyes on fire. Vincent was whispering something to her that must have upset her because she began to gnaw at her fingernail in a blatant display of uncertainty. Unable to help himself, Theo felt a fond feeling swept through his heart even if it was flavored heavily with bitterness at the pretty picture the two people he loved most in the world made together. He supposed if he knew of anyone who was worthy of Hondje, it was Vincent. The sweet man would dote on her, and treat her like the princess she was. Someone like Theo was too gruff; too rough to know how to handle something as precious as spun glass. Even as he told himself this, he couldn’t stop the lifting of his lip to bare a single fang as if that would chase Vincent away. He was instantly filled with shame, and turned his face away, not wanting to be caught prying into a clearly intimate moment. In a second, he heard the clacking sound of her low heeled boots as she raced towards him. The smell of her sweat hitting Theo’s sensitive nose made his head swim. He desperately wanted to get close enough to try and lick up her neck, to taste the skin that held back her distracting pulse. She came up beside him, and after throwing one last glance back at Vincent finally turning to him.

“Thanks for taking me home, Theo. I know you probably wanted to stay out with Vincent and Arthur. Sorry to inconvenience you.” She mumbled it all out without once glancing at his face. Instead, it felt like she was going to burn a hole through the lining of his jacket. Theo waved a hand at her apology.

“If you were that concerned with it Hondje, you wouldn’t have gotten drunk. Let’s go home before it gets cold out.” Without waiting for a response, Theo turned and began walking. And if he walked at a slower pace to make sure she could keep up, well he wouldn’t admit it. It wasn’t long, however, before he could tell she wasn’t doing too well with the walking. Feeling irritation with his stubbornness about renting a carriage, he stopped walking to glance around. Due to the late hour, he didn’t see any unoccupied carriages. he cursed underneath his breath, and felt __________ sway by his side.

“Theo? Is everything ok?” Her sweet voice washed over him, and he felt the urge to ask her to say his name again. He turned around, his back to her.

“You’re walking too slow,” he grumbled as he squatted down. She still hesitated, staring at him with those wide, wide eyes.

“Are you sure I won’t be too heavy?” she asked. When he let out a growl in response, she let out a chuckle before almost indulgently grasping around his shoulders. Theo felt himself almost shudder at the feel of her body against his back. The feel of her breasts pressed against him. He grabbed her thighs and brought her legs around his waist, making sure she was still properly covered by her dress. He knew he was being too protective, but the thought of anyone getting a glance at her shapely legs made him clinch his jaw. Unable to stop the shaking of his hands, he prayed she was too drunk to feel it. Those prayers must have been answered because instead of commenting, she just murmured something too low for him to hear and gripped around him closer. Theo began walking faster than necessary. He was sure he was jarring her, but if he had to continue to walk with her scent swirling around him like this any longer, he was bound to lose it. She didn’t seem to mind his pace, however. In fact, it seemed to be lulling her into a relaxed state. She nuzzled into his neck sleepily. Theo didn’t even have to look at her to know that her eyes would be closed as well. He was constantly impressed by her ability to sleep anywhere, and he couldn’t smother down the surge of emotion he felt at her display of trust. He had meant what he said to Arthur earlier; she never seemed to be at peace around him. So for her to sleep like this must be due to the alcohol. Still, Theo would convince himself otherwise, if just for tonight. Before he knew it, her soft snores brushed against his ear. Theo almost let out a sigh of disappointment when he saw the front of the mansion. Not sure how to go about grabbing his key without setting her down, he leaned forward so most of her weight was on top of him. Unable to reach his own pockets, he fumbled with her skirt, trying his hardest not to touch her too much. Still, just the fact that he was touching her skirt and petticoats got his heart racing. Mercifully, he was able to get her key out and the front door opened. Shifting her around again, he went back to carrying her on his back and made his way to her bedroom. The lamps were turned down low in the hallways, and he could hear the soft sound of piano music drifting through the silence. Any other time he would pause to appreciate Mozart’s playing, but right now he was a man on a mission. ________ began to stir and wake up, so he murmured nonsensical soothing words. Belatedly, he realized she was already awake.

“Theo? Where are we?” She squirmed on his back, and he stopped with a sigh to let her down. He tried to put on an air of annoyance, but her sleepy countenance ruined it quickly for him. Her eyes seemed so heavy lidded with sleepiness, and her yawns were cute. He wanted to ruffle her hair like always. He wanted to pull her into his arms and pepper her face with kisses until she rested against him and fell back asleep. He made a disapproving sound in his throat, more at himself than at her.

“Bout time you woke up Hondje. Didn’t know I was a delivery service.” Her embarrassed apology fell on deaf ears as he continued to guide her down the hallway. They had reached her room, and he was reluctant to enter. But he was even more reluctant to not make sure she was resting in bed with how wobbly her steps were. So against his better judgement, he opened her door and shoved her inside. He closed the door behind them, and turned on the small lamp on her vanity. The room was painted in soft lights. She stood in the middle of the room where he led her, swaying back and forth gently as if on a boat. Theo felt a grudge against Arthur growing. Where did he get off letting Hondje drink so much? Just because he was a lush didn't mean he had to turn a mere pup into one. He folded down her comforter and fluffed up her pillow. The bed smelt wholly of her and the rose water perfume she washed her clothing in. Theo rubbed his nose, as if to remove the scent that was binding his senses. First things first, he would get her in bed. Then he would bang his head against a wall until he stopped lusting over his brother's girlfriend.

“Hey pup, come over here,” he called. She did so with a docile and sweet expression on her face, and he fought the urge to tell her ‘good girl’ with a head pat. To occupy his hands and resist temptation, he made her sit down on her bed, and began working on unlacing her ankle boots for her. He was able to get one off before she started twisting.

“Oi, what the hell are you doing?” he snapped before looking up. He let out a strangled choke. ________ was in the process of trying to remove her top. She had managed to get all of the buttons undone on her blouse before he grabbed her to try and stop her. Her white chemise and corset were visible, and it took all of his self control to direct his eyes away.

“What are you doing?” he repeated, at a loss for words.

“It’s hot, Theo,” she complained. She gave up on her top since he was gripping her shoulders, so she tried to reach behind her to get to the hooks of her skirt. It was true that it was warm in her room. Her forehead glistened with the fine sheen of sweat.

“Alright, alright. I’ll figure something out. Just, just sit down and stop stripping, for god’s sake!” She pouted at him, but sat back down on her bed. He shot her one last look to make sure her hands were staying still before he opened up the large window by her bed. The soft noise of the city was carried in on a light breeze. She seemed content with that for the moment, turning her head towards it with a small smile. Theo was able to finally remove her other shoe.

“Mmmm. Theo, my stockings too please.”

Theo’s warning bells went off in his head. This was dangerous territory, and he shouldn’t venture into it. Even if the intention was innocent. What he should do was stand up, and leave. He bit his bottom lip. ________ grew impatient with his hesitancy.

“Theo, my stockings!” she whined.

“Hondje, remind me to never let you drink again. You become quite a spoiled thing,” he fussed. The bitter thought that he would love to be the one to pamper her crossed his mind, but he stuffed it down. He would never forgive himself if he ever showed any ill will towards Vincent’s happiness. He also promised to take proper care of her tonight, as well. So he breathed deeply, and slid his hand up one trim leg to grip the stocking that just grazed the top of her knee. He pulled it down a tad faster than he should have. _______ startled and began falling forward a bit. To stop herself from falling, she draped her arms over his shoulders and made a noise of discontent.

“Theo, not so rough. My ankle!”

Theo felt instant regret. Gently removing her stocking over her foot, he examined her ankle in the low light. It felt so small and dainty in his hand. He felt a sudden urge to press a kiss to it. He set her leg down.

“It looks ok. I’ll go slower so sit still and no squirming.” She made a small “hmph” noise, but otherwise stayed still. Theo held back the smirk at her poutiness, not wanting to encourage her. He made quick but gentle work of the other stocking, unable to resist rubbing her ankles gently where her stockings had left indents. He tsk’d disapprovingly, and made a mental note to have Vincent help her pick out thinner ones. She sighed before leaning towards him.

“Theo,” she whispered. He made a small noise to let her know he was listening, still intent on her ankles.

“Theo,” she repeated, sliding herself off the bed and half on top of his lap. Theo fell backwards.

“Woah, woah Hondje. What the hell!” He knew he needed to move, but the closeness of her had caught him off guard. This wasn’t like a piggyback ride. She was almost straddling, stockingless and practically undressed.

Just push her off, Theo. Push her off and get the hell out of here. She’ll be fine.

As if reading his thoughts, her grip on him tightened, and she moved her face closer in his line of vision.

“Hey, Theo. I think I’m gonna’ be sick.”

Before Theo could even process her statement or move, she threw up down the front of his shirt and jacket.

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monsieurdewahahaha · 3 years

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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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Helloooww againnnnn xD

Thank you so much for taking my request before (arthur mc switch place). Sooo i wanna request again if you have timeeee xD

About young mc was a mischievous kid, problem child and often got spanked by her mom back then. So i wanna request the scenario of mc suddenly become a little girl and 12 of them will dealing with her shit*y mischievous behavior xD. Kinda wanna see they got tired and traumatic to have children xD

Thank you so much before and i love you so muchhhhh ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

this was so much fun to write! and sorry it was late! I was busy with school work and the first draft got deleted. so had to rewrite it from the scratch. T-T. wrote it long as a compensation! Enjoy the reading! And second request from the same person! Love you too❤💕

word count: 2K.

The sun rose in the east and dyed the streets of 19th century France in it’s orange hue. Sebastian went to wake MC up as she didn’t wake up yet.

*rap rap* “MC! wake up! It’s morning already!” , he knocked MC bedroom’s door for sometime and yet, there was no answer from the other side. Worried, he went to comte and grabbed the spare keys to MC’s room.

He went inside and searched for mc. But when she couldn’t be found anywhere, he called for comte and Leonardo. Hearing his calls, Leo and comte immediately came running into the room, only to find a small girl child, fast asleep amidst the silky bedsheets.

The three men looked at each other before Leonardo gently picked up the girl in his arms. A crescent smile crawled on to their lips at the sight of the little girl.

Comte took the girl from Leonardo's arms and put her on his hip, wrapping an arm around her little waist.

"who is this little girl? Where did MC go?" Comte asked looking around the room.

The girl woke up from her slumber due to all voices and movements. The three men stared at her. " Hey Leo, why do I get a feeling that this little girl is MC? her eyes look the same as our mc..ow!" Comte cried in pain while speaking as MC was pulling his blonde locks of hair painfully.

Leo laughed at Comte and Sebastian quietly snickered before composing himself and spoke" M.comte, I think we should explain the situation to residents too."

"You're right Sebastian. I shall inform them. " Comte said, finally freeing his hair from MC's grip.

MC was giggling to herself loudly.

(Aand mama Comte and papa Leonardo mode have been activated )

All the residents stared at the new arrivals in the dining hall.

" Goodness Comte! When did you become father? Congratulations on becoming father of 13 members!" Arthur spoke from one end of the table with a mischievous grin.

"stop it Arthur. I am no one's father. And this little girl here is our MC. Looks like she took something that changed her into her childhood self". Comte said with a little frown as he took his seat.

"oh really!? MC is so cute! Come here little girl!" Vincent aka the gentle angel took her from Comte and sat her on the table. "Do you want bread lil doll?" Vincent asked, giving her the baguette.

MC threw the baguette on the other side of the table ( I can hear the sound of Comte's breaking heart seeing his favorite dish being thrown away XD. )

The baguette smacked Mozart's face and a disappointed sigh was heard from him ." It's only morning and I have to deal with little MC's ruckus? She already causes enough trouble in original form.." Mozart said.

"Mama! Papa! Give me chocolates!" MC went to Comte and tugged at his cloak with her little hands.

"wait! Why the hell is she calling you mama and papa!?" Theo asked with a surprised tone to which Leonardo replied with a shrug and laugh.

“sebastian? can you buy her some chocolates? “ comte asked. Sebastian immediately went into the town.

"You're soo cute Toshiko- little mc! I want to squish you in my arms!" Dazai said as he poked her cheeks and suddenly, a shrill scream of pain escaped his mouth. " Ahh~! Why did you bite my hand !? " Dazai screamed again looking at the red bite mark appearing on his fingers.

"No one touches mc!" Mc squealed and jumped on to the floor and began running. "Catch me if you can!" Mc ran out of the dining room and disappeared into the gardens.

Arthur, Vincent and Napoleon were soon on their feet searching for mc. "Now, where did this sneaky little girl go?!" Arthur said, wiping the sweat beads on his forehead. That's when the three heard heard the adorable giggles of a child.

They saw mc, covered in mud from tip to toe and Arthur's and Theo's dogs running and playing with her.

"Gotcha!" "Ahh~ Arthur! Hehee!" Mc squealed and wriggled , trying to escape from Arthur's grasp.

"hey! W-what are you doing?!" Arthur exclaimed suddenly as he found himself getting covered in dirt by mc. " Wowee! Noe Arthur us dirty! Napoleon! Shoo him away and throw him in the bath"

"Go and freshen up Arthur. I'll take care of her" Napoleon told Arthur and sent him into the mansion.

" Napoleon! Bend down! Bend down! Gimme a piggy back ride! "

"wai- woah!!" Napoleon was surprisingly pulled down by MC by his Cape.

And that's how MC had a whole tour of mansion with Napoleon as her personal horse.

The sun rose further into the sky and soon it was afternoon. All the vampires gathered at the dining table including Shakespeare, who was invited for lunch by Vincent.

Shakespeare heard the giggles of a child. "Why doth I hear the giggles of a child in thy mansion Comte? " Shakespeare asked searching for the source of the voice.

"our MC has turned into a child Will. Those giggles are of our MC." Vincent explained what had happened from the morning.

" oh- looks like destiny has strange ways of entertaining herself.." Shakespeare murmured to no one and called out for MC.

"Shakespeare! You're here. I have some stories for you. Do you want to listen?" Mc asked running into the dining hall.

"what may those stories be little Angel?" Shakespeare asked, making her sit in the chair next to his.

" Do you know, Theo has sweet tooth secretly. He even fills his entire pancakes with sugar syrup! He dips everything he finds in sugar syrup.! And he wants Vincent to love only him!”

"oi little Hondje ! What do you think you're blabbering about?!" Theo rose from his seat, as he stopped eating his sugar syrup dipped pan cakes. XD .

"Vincent! Protect me from your darling brother!" MC said hiding behind Shakespeare and sticking her tongue out at Theo.

The mansion reverberated with the laughter of residents as she went on and on telling her stories , which had some of the most embarrassing stories of residents and had left residents with burning cheeks.

After lunch, Theo called little mc and took her out into the town along with his dog King. “ MC! come here! Don’t go wandering off!” Theo was having hard time catching mc and looking after his King at the same time.

“THEO! Come here! You must see this! It’s so cute!!” MC approached Theo and dragged him by his arm. Theo turned to stone as soon as he saw what had caught the sight of mc. “Theo! Theo? ...Hello..Theo!” MC shook Theo by his arm and Theo immediately looked down at her with a flustered gaze,” Why would you want to show me a cat?! You little rascal!” Theo bent down to reach mc’s height. “Oh.. Are you afraid of cats? I’m sorry! I didn’t know that.. but! OH! I gotta tell this to all the members!”

“Don’t you dare!” Theo now ran after MC as she sped off towards mansion. Her mischief kept all the residents on high alert their toes and they didn’t even realize it was evening.

When mc was roaming through the corridors, she found Leonardo fast asleep near the library doors again and a sudden idea popped in her mind. She woke up Leonardo and gave him a glass of water. “ Leo! I thought you might be thirsty. So I brought you a glass of water!”

Unable to resist her puppy dog eyes, he took a sip of water, only to spit it out the next instant .” What did you mix in this cara mia?!”

“uh-oh! I think I mixed the salt without my knowledge. Thank you for saving my tongue Leo!” mc said laughing and ran off into the corridors.

Sebastian was in kitchen, cooking dinner when he felt his waistcoat being tugged. “ Hey, peasant! Bow down to the queen! “ MC posed as a queen with crown stolen taken from comte’s room. “ Your lovely highness, I’m afraid you’re not a queen yet. But the princess of this mansion does deserve a treat. Here” Sebastian told as he kept a chocolate bar in her mouth. A sweet moan escaped her mouth as the chocolate melted in her mouth. “ Yours truly is satisfied peasant! You may continue your work!” MC said as she went off, still chewing off the chocolate in her mouth.

“It looks as if looking MC is much harder than all the 11 vampires combined together..” he sighed as he murmured to himself.

after sometime:

Isaac heard a soft knock on his door and he opened it, and found little mc with her hands behind her back and mischief dancing in her eyes. “I am here to give you this” MC said with a smile as she gave him a paper. A sour face was made by Isaac as soon as he saw the paper she gave. “What is this?! Not you too!” Isaac cried out as he saw the drawing of Isaac saying, “I love apples” and many more drawings related to apples.

“OH MC! COME HERE!” Isaac shouted as MC ran away, laughing loudly on her way. The residents heard the commotion and came outside, only to find Isaac with a flustered gaze and panting heavily. “Who told mc about apples and me?! Now even she joined in Arthur’s cult!” Isaac told everyone and everyone burst out laughing.

Comte called her into his room and sate her in the chair across him as he asked,” Cherie? Here you go , I bought this for you. “ Comte said as he gave her the new dresses and chocolates.

“ aah!! Comte! thank you so much!! You’re my mama!!” Mc squealed as she hugged comte’s knees. She stretched out her hand and told, “mama! say aah!” comte opened his mouth and soon found out that she had given him a chocolate. He took her into his arms and sat her on his lap, kissing her nose and forehead affectionately.

After dinner:

MC was on the couch yawning and scrunching her eyes when comte and Mozart found her. “Are you sleepy cherie? Would you like to sleep?” Comte asked, bending down. “Yes..” “ I shall play a lullaby then. Will you listen to it MC? “ . “yeah...” mc yawned again.

Mozart told comte to follow him into his music room with mc. Mozart began playing lullaby as soft as the wind chimes in the windy night on his piano. Comte ran his fingers through the hairs of mc as he watched her fall asleep, with her head in his lap with a smile on his face. ‘could this day get any better?’ he thought to himself as continued petting her head.

After MC fell asleep, he carried her gently in a princess carry into the hall where everyone is gathered.

“Is she asleep?” everyone looked at mc’s sleeping face with adoration as Napoleon asked. “ I can’t believe she has the nerve to sleep after keeping us on our feet the entire day.” Theo sighed .

“ I do agree..she’s such a handful kid.. But it is the most refreshing day and most adorable thing I’ve ever seen” Arthur said, stretching his hands above his head and laughed.

“I can’t believe one of the most feared emperor ended up becoming a personal horse for a little girl” napoleon said rubbing his still aching back and shoulders.

“Does anyone want to have a kid here in the mansion?” Sebastian asked with a curious gaze.

“No! Having mc already in her original form is enough to us. She’s just like a big grown up baby. “ Leonardo said with a smile.

“I’m so glad that everyone thinks of MC the same way” Comte said laughing.

“We all are tired today due to her. Let’s call it a day guys..” Everyone retired to their own rooms and comte put her to sleep in her room before going to his room.

Next day, mc was back in her own form with no memories of the previous day. But everyone kept their mouths sealed for they wanted to hide their smile whenever they saw her and were mesmerized by her innocence.

#im sorry for writing about comte so many times #but i can't help it #i love him too much #ikevamp fluff #ikemen vampire #ikevamp funny #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leo #ikevamp theo #ikevamp shakespeare #ikemenvampire x mc #ikemenvampire hc #ikemenvampire xreader #ikevam napoleon #ikevamp hcs #ikevamp

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whatever-fanfics · 3 years

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Wait Wait Wait

Michelangelo somehow coming back as a vampire and meeting you, the MC, on the street after she drops some of the painting supplies she was getting for her and Leonardo. After thanking him, he notices some of the supplies and looks up enraptured by your beauty, he wants you to model for him. you notice how he's looking at you and quickly wants to leave since it's getting late. "Cara" your head swivels towards the only person who has ever called you that, you thank the man one last time as you turn to your lover who came out looking for you.

Michelangelo grabs your arm, words dying in his throat as he looks at your face one more time. Leonardo canters up to you taking your other arm looking into this new person right into the eyes.

You look closely at the men on each side of you. Staring intensely at each other. As if they could bore a hole through the other. They know exactly who they're dealing with.

~~~~~

Add to this as you will

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mansions-maiden · 3 years

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eternity with you, by my side.

Comte x MC

Comte and mc Confirm their eternal love for each other under the starry skies.

It's been a few months since you and Comte had become a couple. And yet, your heart races and butterflies emerge in your stomach even at the sight of your beloved's face.

"Comte, today there is a meteor shower! Shall we go the gardens to see them?!" Comte looked at her adorably and nodded.

At night:

Both Comte and you met up at the flower gardens you had decided to watch the meteor shower. You had brought some late night snacks and a picnic mat and set them up so that both of you could snuggle together while watching.

The night sky resembled an infinitely stretching garden, with the twinkling stars sitting in the night sky as flowers of that everlasting garden.

Both of you sat down and looked at each other with huge grin dancing on your lips.

Comte reached out to you , caressing your hairs as you spoke to him.

"Comte, do you know? In our times, people believe that wishing upon a shooting star makes them true. Do you have such beliefs in this era? "

Comte pondered over your question for a moment before the most tender smile appeared on his face and he answered, " It's been there since the ancient times ma cherié. I have lived the life long enough to know if it's true. But with you by my side, everything seems to be believable. "

These words tumbled from Comte's lips as he pecked your delicate lips.

At that exact moment, there it was, the meteor shower that illuminated the night sky as it left a trace of light in its wake.

The night sky reflected itself in both of your eyes as you gazed at the starry sky. Many thoughts filled both of your heads as they gazed into the beautiful garden in the sky.

“Comte, whenever I look at the stars, I always realize the difference in our life spans. I am a mere human, and you’re a pureblood, who had lived centuries long.. and yet, I don’t want to.. I can’t even imagine a life without you..” you told comte in a whisper, still looking at the stars above.

“ You may doubt comte. Whether I am ready to receive the taste of eternity from you.. But when the time comes, you don’t have to worry. I have decided a long time ago to live alongside you for eternity..”

You gazed into the golden irises that you fell in love with as they swirled with many emotions. He gently pushed you down onto the mat as he straddled you and caressed your cheeks.

“Ma cherie, your assurance means so much to me. And before meeting you, my life was nothing but a timeless journey. With no one to love wholeheartedly, for who would love a bloodsucking monster? But now, even eternity seems so bright to me because you are by my side. Now I feel so lucky to have an eternal lifetime, because I spend it with the woman I love so much without the fear of her going far away place she can never return from.

te rencontrer est mon destin, ma cherie,” (meeting you is my destiny, my darling) he lowered his body and your lips met, both of your breaths mingling and dissipating into the crisp air of the night.

“Look ! there it is! The shooting star! Oh heavens! I wish to spend my life and share the eternity with this man beside me! Please bless us as I wish upon you tonight..” You desperately wished as you held onto comte’s hand and squeezed his hand, sending your wishes through him.

“ Comte I told you this countless times, but I love you. Today, Here under the countless stars that cast their soft glow upon us, I speak this eternal vow of love. I devote myself to you and your love. My heart always belongs to you. In the past, in the present and the eternal future, I devote myself loyally to you. “ You told, looking directly into the eyes that were widened for a moment before a smile placed itself onto his lips.

“MC, the legends tell that during meteor showers, gods peek through their curtains and they can hear our wishes at that time, if it is true, I too wish upon the heavens, to help me preserve the most beautiful soul on the earth and love her for eternity.

tonight, under the diamond skies, I devote my eternal love and my forever beating heart to you. I want to share this eternity with you. I devote my endless eternity to you. You have defied the time and space itself to reach me. and I speak this eternal vow of love. Je t'aime pour l'éternité “ Comte replied as he approached you.

“I will continue to love you until the stars disappear from the heavens”

As the soft glows continued to shimmer across the night sky, they kissed passionately, seeking warmth and comfort in each other’s wrapped bodies.

The stars also twinkled like diamonds amidst the dark and flowers danced to the night winds as if blessing them.

They confirmed their love that bloomed in their heart time again under the starry skies, making the stars the witnesses of their eternal vows of love.

❤❤❤❤🧡💕💞

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tanzen-neko · 4 years

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Summertime Magic (Vincent x MC)

Here’s my late entry for July 13th for the Summer of Smut challenge. Thanks @voltage-vixen for extending the submission date. You’re awesome. Hope you enjoy!

Summertime Magic (Vincent x MC)

IkemenVampire

Summer of Smut Challenge- July 13th: (Oral) Sex Under the Sun Dress

Warnings: public sex, fingering, oral sex, outdoors

“Vincent? Are you almost ready??”

Vincent adjusted his new linen pants before he shouted back a yes to his girlfriend who was still in the bathroom. Sliding on his loafers, he sat patiently on the bed to wait for her to emerge. It had been 6 months since he had traveled to the future, and a few more since he got to be reunited with the one person who owned his body and soul. It still seemed like a dream more than not to him. The first night they had spent together, he had stared at her long after she had fallen asleep. He never thought it was possible to love someone so much. He still got pangs of sadness when he thought of his dearest brother, and the residents of the mansion he had left behind. Hell, every blue moon he even felt a stab of regret and sympathy for Shakespeare, but he never regretted his decision for a single moment. How could he when she showed him how much more to life there was?

“Cover your eyes!” she shouted at him, voice muffled behind the closed door. He felt a gentle smile come over his face as he complied.

“Done. Are you coming out now?”

He heard the door open and close, and smelt her perfume as she made her way closer to him. She pressed her cool hands against his, and dropped a kiss on his forehead.

“You can open them now,” she whispered.

He uncovered his eyes as she stepped back, a giant smile on her face. Vincent felt his mouth drop. She was in a dress, though he didn’t know if he could even call it that. Grazing her mid thighs, her legs were on full display. She had never worn such a short garment before in the mansion unless it was under one of her dresses. He felt his mouth go dry as she twirled and the dress flared out showing her beautiful thighs.

“Wha-,” he stopped and cleared his throat before trying again. “What is that you’re wearing?”

She let out a laugh at his confusion, holding up the sides of the chemise again.

“What? It’s a sundress. It’s too hot out. But don’t you like the print?”

“Who cares about print when all I can focus on is how much I want to devour your legs and thighs?” he thought to himself. Instead of acting on those instincts however, he reigned them in and forced himself to actually look at the dress. He felt himself fall in love with her all over again. Cinched tightly at her waist, it was sleeveless and scooped down showing off just a hint of her breasts. But it was the print that had his heart squeezing in his chest; it was one of his sunflowers paintings. The blue background complimented her skin perfectly, and the sunflowers had never seemed so vivid as they did on the one he called geliefde.

“Do you like it?” she giggled twirling around once more.

“I, I love it. You look so beautiful. To have my sunflower wear my sunflowers is a dream come true.”

She rolled her eyes good naturedly at his cheesy words, but blushed a little all the same.

“And it even has pockets!” she exclaimed excitedly, shoving her hands into them almost gleefully.

“Don’t all sundresses?” he asked.

“Oh, sweet baby Vincent, you still have a lot to learn,” she said, patting his arm. She went to the kitchen of their sunny little apartment, and pulled out an ice cold bottle of lemonade from the fridge. He inwardly chuckled as he thought of how blown away the residents of the mansion would be at all the advances in technology. He knew Arthur especially would be a fan of the computer for his writing. She grabbed some fresh strawberries, and finished up packing the picnic basket. She had mentioned wanting to take him to a new spot she had stumbled upon, and even had packed his easel and paints in the trunk of her car,but with that dress on her, he was worried about eyes being on her.

“Um, are you sure we should go out?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt his face heat up, and knew that a blush was probably dancing across his cheeks as he spoke. She turned to him, a wrinkle forming in between her brows.

“What? Why? Are you not feeling well? You look a little red.”

She came over and pressed her cool hand against his forehead, worry etched on her cute face. Unable to resist, he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, and was rewarded with a shy smile from her.

“Will…. Will your sundress be okay to wear out?”

She stared at him for a moment before cracking up in laughter. Throwing her arms around his shoulders, she pulled him down into a quick peck on the cheek.

“Vincent, I promise you. No one will be concerned with my dress. I’ve seen quite a few shorter. I bet you will too during your time here.”

He still wasn't convinced by her words but decided to let it go. He didn't want to ruin their plans for the day, especially with the glow of excitement on her face.

” It'll be fine I promise. I can't wait to show you the special spot I found for us!”

Vincent had to admit to himself that he was curious about what spot she had found especially given the fact that they had barely been separated for the last month besides her going to and from work. So, even though he had his reservations, he still grabbed the picnic basket and her hand as they walked out to the car. Driving with her was always an experience. She would turn up the music and sing along, often flashing him smiles and encouraging him to learn the lyrics as well. Though it was only a short drive, it seemed like it lasted forever since he couldn't help but keep staring at her thighs as she drove. He clenched his hands tightly on his lap to resist the urge to reach out and squeeze them.

“What is your problem, Vincent??” he thought. Since when had a garment had such an effect on him?

“Vincent? Vince, did you hear me?” He snapped back to attention, feeling bad that he missed her words.

“I’m sorry, I must have zoned out.” She reached out and squeezed his hand.

“That’s ok! I was just saying how I hope you like this place as much as I think you would. And that once we get your identification, maybe you’d like working at a flower shop!” He lifted her hand to his lips, humming his agreement. He loved how excited she always was, and the optimism she had about their relationship and future together.

“We’re here!!” Parking the car, she did a little dance before popping the trunk and hopping out.

“Come on Vincent!” He chuckled to himself before getting out and helping her unload the trunk. His paint supplies tucked under one arm, he followed behind her as she carried their basket, smiling and nodding to any people she crossed on the trail. They walked for a while, the terrain steadily becoming less paved with fewer people around.

“Almost there,” she called back, panting a little. He wouldn't have minded an hour long walk; he was enjoying the view of her thighs and the way the dress clung to her plump backside.

“Just past these bushes.” She pushed through, and held them back a bit in order for him to walk through.

“Tada! Do you like it?”

How could he not? A giant expanse of field, it was shielded all around by the trees, and bushes. The grass looked soft and lush, a bright green that was speckled throughout with flowers. He thought he even heard the quiet trickle of a stream somewhere.

“My coworker told me about it. So I left work early the other day to come check it out. I, I know you must be homesick more than you let on, and this reminded me of the field you used to paint in back in the mansion. I figured that this could be your special spot when it all got to be a bit too much.”

She stood behind him, uncertainty in her eyes as she rubbed her arm. He knew his silence must have been worrisome, but the prickle behind his eyes, and the dryness in his throat made it too hard to talk without crying. So instead he dropped his supplies, walked over and kissed her, the picnic basket awkwardly bumping between their bodies. He tried his hardest to pour all his thanks and love into that. When they parted to catch their breaths, she blushed and ducked her head down, busying herself with setting it down, and smoothing out her dress.

“I take it you like it then? Do,do you want to paint or eat first?”

Vincent looked around the clearing to make sure they were truly alone before leading her over to the shade of one of the trees, backing her against its trunk.

“I’d love to paint you in the middle of all the tall grass, basking in the sun. But first, I have to have you before anyone else comes along. Is that ok?” She nodded up at him, her lips still dewy from the previous kiss.

“Oh mijn liefste, how is it that you grow more beautiful every time I look at you?” he murmured against her lips before kissing the corner of them. “I love you. Oh how I love you.” He kissed her upturned lips, swallowing the contented sigh she let out. Her lips were so soft, and kissing her always made his head spin. He delved between her lips, finding her tongue. Brushing gently against it with his own, he gripped her sides to pull her closer in his embrace. He broke the kiss to bury his face in her neck, breathing in the scent of perfume and sweat. He ran his tongue along her pulse, and felt his teeth begin to emerge. He wanted to bite her, to taste her. She clung to him angling her neck in order to give him the best access, but he pulled back.

“Not there,” he panted out. “I want to bite you, but somewhere else.”

He dropped another kiss to her lips before dropping down to his knees. He ran his fingers along the hem of the sundress, caressing the back of her thighs and stroking them up and down her calves. Circling her ankles with his fingers, he nuzzled his face into the side of her leg, kissing her behind her knee. He peppered her thigh with kisses, rubbing and kneading her calves. He moved back in order to hook one of her legs over his shoulder, her dress riding up, the tantalizing softness of her thigh so close to his mouth.

“You’ve been driving me mad with this dress today. Your thighs. Oh, your thighs look so tempting. I need to bite you there.”

She nodded her head rapidly, her mouth forming an “o” as she threaded her fingers in his hair. Without waiting for further encouragement, he sank his fangs into her thigh . His mouth was immediately flooded with her taste, a bouquet of the sweetest honey and apples he’d ever had. Her moans and gasped went straight to his already throbbing erection, and he used his free hand to palm himself lightly through his pants, the combination of her blood and cries almost causing him to cum from the light touch alone. He forced himself to stop, and lowered her leg. Her knees buckled, and he caught her. Lowering her down along the tree.

“Are you alright?” he asked, kissing her along her temple. He felt her nod against his lips.

“Good, because I need more of you, please. Just a little more.” He pushed her dress up, and hooked his fingers in the top of her panties. He pulled them down her legs, and breathed in the smell of her arousal. He could see it glistening along her inner thighs, as he pushed her knees up and out. He slid himself down onto his stomach, not caring about the dirt and grass that were no doubt leaving stains on his clothing. Her smell was driving him insane. He leaned in, licking a long swipe from the bottom of her sex to her clit. She shuddered slightly, bringing her thighs closer inwards. He ran his tongue around her clit in light circles. He pushed one finger into her, groaning at how she sucked him right in. He wanted to bury himself in her, to get lost in her body. But he told himself to be patient. For now he needed to thank her for finding this spot for him, for wearing a sundress that made his heart (or more accurately his cock) throb, for just being her. He flattened his tongue before running it directly against her clit, like he learned she liked. Her soft breaths and gasps were driving him crazy; he needed to hear more of them. He withdrew her fingers, and drew back. Gripping the backs of her thighs, he pulled her closer to him before he dived in, his tongue flicking inside her. He used his nose against the underside of her clit. He drove his tongue as deeply as he could, loving the change in her cries. He kept at it until he thought his lungs were burst. Coming up for a breath, he immediately replaced his tongue with his finger. He added another one , curving them upwards like she had taught him.

“Oh fu-, yes that’s it, Vincent. Just like that,” she gasped out.

Wrapping his lips around her clit, he sucked in time with the thrusts and curls of his fingers, his eyes were glued to her face. Her head was thrown back, and her face was scrunched up tightly as she worried at her lower lip with her teeth. He loved watching her cum. He could feel her pulsing around his fingers and knew she was close to it. Just then, he picked up on the sound of laughter coming from further down the trail. It sounded like whoever it was was still a ways away, and they were shielded from view. He could tell that she hadn’t heard them. Not wanting to make her worry, he sped up his thrusts, and added his tongue to the assault on her clit. . She moved against his mouth, her fingers flexing and unflexing in his hair. He could tell the people were getting closer, and in a moment of sheer desperation, used his free hand to tweak on her clit, and pierced the skin of her inner thigh ever so slightly. She came then, his name combined with a breathless scream. Vincent usually liked to keep going as she rode out her orgasm, but he didn’t have time. With lightning speed, he pulled away from her, and pulled her dress back over her still trembling thighs. Still riding out her waves of pleasure, she looked at him in confusion. He wiped his mouth clean on his arm, and grabbed her underwear, shoving it in his pocket. He knew he couldn’t do anything about her clearly pleasured face, or his disheveled clothing, but hoped that the shade of the tree would work in their favor. He sat down next to her, and pulled her halfway into his chest.

“Vincent, what is your problem??” she asked, angrily. He opened his mouth to answer, as the voices became audible from the trail outside the bushes. She stared up at him wide eyed as a look of dawning embarrassment crossed her features. She buried her face into his chest, as the laughing couple came through to the clearing. They gave a wave towards Vincent, before crossing through the clearing to the other side. Vincent pulled her face from his chest, gently poking her cheeks.

“They’re gone,” he said softly. She just let out an embarrassed groan before trying to rebury her face.

“No wonder you speed up,” she said, muffled against him. And he had to laugh. She soon joined his laughter, and he handed her back her underwear as he brushed the dirt from his clothing. Once they were decent, he hugged her close to him again, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“Thank you again,” he murmured. “It’s beautiful here. Just like you are. Now that I’ve had a quick meal, go find a spot to pose in while I set up.”

She slapped his chest lightly at his cheeky words, but flashed him that breathtaking smile of her before settling down, making sure to hike her sundress up every so slightly to keep at her thighs at full display. She sent a jaunty wink and smirk at him before staring off into the distance. Letting out a sigh, Vincent forced himself to set up his easel and canvas instead of giving into her teasing. One thing was for sure, sundresses were bound to be the death of him.

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