#ikevamp fic

[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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[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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[yanderepuck]

When I do multi-chapter things, I finish the whole thing before posting any of it, so every day is easily an option.

(plz reblog I need responses)

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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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[xxsycamore]

—𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚

napoleon bonaparte x mc

rating: G [ w/ (very slightly) suggestive themes ]

tags: Anniversary Celebrations; Filming; Travelogue; Time Travel; They're now living in the 21st century; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Cooking; Horseback Riding; Dancing; Suggestive Themes; Humor; Fluff; Kissing

contains spoilers for Napoleon's main route.

wordcount: 2, 359

A/N: today marks three years since I fell inlove with this man. This fic is a small tribute to what loving him feels like, or at least a speck of it. I hope you enjoy <3

Napoleon enters the living room with curiosity. The drawn curtains melt the afternoon light to warm orange-brown tones that dye the whole room.

If it wasn't the curiosity eating him up from the inside, Napoleon would joke about how thoughtful MC is to arrange a nap as a part of their anniversary celebration.

Though, he can already tell it will be nothing like that. He's being led to take a seat on the carpeted ground in front of the couch, MC's hand withdrawing as she is off to somewhere while humming a little tune. Napoleon hugs a cushion from the couch and watches as a square of light is projected onto the wall against him, and his curiosity grows tenfold. A movie date?

Sinking further down into a comfortable position while waiting for MC, Napoleon reminisces about their day.

Their third anniversary is the first one they celebrate since going through the door together. To think about how much their lives have changed, their special moments seem to be remaining the same. Maybe a bit more intriguing now, more challenging on Napoleon's side, him always striving for perfection in planning their dates. MC has praised him lots for being a fast learner when it comes to the ways of modern life, and her dazzling smile have been bringing light into the days all along. Today, too, on their third anniversary together, Napoleon has prepared thoroughly - making sure their day has been going just perfectly, from the very second they opened their eyes in the morning up until now, and after this short detour, too.

His poor nunuche has to fight for a couple of minutes to slip in her own surprise into the mix. No, not that he is belittling her efforts, no, it's just that he can't wait for the two of them to go out again immediately after -  for MC to reach in her wardrobe and find the new dress he selected and bought especially for her, for their dinner date. This and, the other little tricks he has in his sleeve for later tonight, all aiming to smother MC in love and affection. Thinking about it, a little smile plays on Napoleon's face.

At last, MC announces she is all done with the preparations, and plops down next to Napoleon, clinging to his arm. He is happy to give her a cuddle as the projected video loads, but he can sense a little nervousness coming from her. He wonders what it could be about.

The loading screen blinks to darkness, and for a second the room goes dark and quiet. MC's gaze wavers off the screen, a hand tucking nervously a lock of hair behind her ear as she glances at Napoleon from the corner of her eye. His beautiful jade eyes widen as the colorful projections starts moving on the screen.

***

1.

"Where am I supposed to look?"

MC chuckles behind the camera, pointing at the lens.

"C'mon, you've had your picture taken before. It's not much different with modern cameras, see?"

They're sitting at the kitchen table in Comte's mansion - after the little bear in certain someone's stomach roared to express its hunger, Napoleon had to take things into his own hands and feed the little beast. He demonstrated excellent cooking skills while being awfully humble about it, preparing a delicious garbure stew for MC and himself.

One conversation has led to another, and now they're sitting in front of almost-empty plates, MC with her camera in hand.

Napoleon was once thrilled to learn of her video travelogues, already having expressed his interest towards her traveling journals. He was intrigued by the modern technology allowing her to capture the moments and share them with others in such an unique way. Though, he didn't expect her to stand up and run to her room right away, enthusiastically offering to demonstrate him how it works…

"Won't it run out of…power?"

Another chuckle as MC waves her hand at him, explaining how she can recover the taken videos and photos once she goes back home in her time and recharge it. For the time being, she should try her best to capture as much of her current journey as she can. Of course, this is all for her personal use only.

As she begins her vlog-like narration of their current activities, Napoleon is a bit confused, but get the hang of it soon enough to even attempt taking the role of a guide. They make a small tour of the mansion and MC finishes the travelogue in front of a grand mirror, prompting Napoleon to wave goodbye in the reflection.

***

The screen turns black after the segment, the moment of silence being filled with Napoleon bombarding MC with questions - he tries to ask about how she retrieved the videos, when did she manage to get the camera fixed after the nasty accident it went through - and he is being shushed cruelly by a rather shy nunuche, his shoulder receiving a shake as he gets a "be quiet and watch!"

It's easier said than done, with his heartbeat going crazy in his chest that MC moves closer to lean against. He had frankly forgotten details about these videos, the memories blurring around the edges, and watching himself is rather embarrassing. No, not because he is being uncool and stiff in front of the camera - but rather because… his early attraction to MC is damn written across his forehead. If only he could've seen it back then, too…

Before he can torture himself with thoughts further, the projector brings soft light into the room again.

***

2.

The camera's angle shakes as a field outstretches ahead - a pair of ears, and then the rest of the head of the horse comes into view - the shuffling noises mixed up with Napoleon's praises of "That's it, bravo", and MC's happy exclamations. The lens focus on the setting sun and the contrasts readjusts until everything else darkens, revealing the true beauty of the surrounding nature. MC turns the camera towards Napoleon again as he reaches to pat the horse's head, calling her a good girl.

3.

Another segment starts playing loudly, in a contrasting atmosphere with the one prior. Someone yells "Dazai, do it again!", and the camera zooms in to show Dazai doing party tricks - then it moves without zooming out to reveal Theo's displeased expression - and then once again, towards Napoleon, who has no problem letting out his ugly laugh in front of everyone, far too taken with their shenanigans. He notices MC filming him and raises his hand, making a peace sign - something he learned from her, in reaction to which, the camera shakes with MC's own laughter.

4.

"19th century Paris, travelogue number 8. Today we're looking at the biggest nunuche in the world,"

The shouts of MC exclaiming "Napoleoooon, stop filming!" are falling on deaf ears as the camera's lens are aimed towards MC. They've just went back to the mansion in a hurry and Napoleon's jacket is tied over MC's front - hiding a massive slit in her dress. A dance or two into the night at the ball, and MC's clumsiness showed in the worst way possible. What was simply another instance of her accidentally stepping with her high heel on the hem of her dress, produced a loud ripping sound as fabric tore apart.

The camera is being placed on a nearby table as Napoleon knees down to her with a sewing set, ready to apply first aid to the poor article of clothing.   The video's sound fails to catch Napoleon's next teasing remark, but the proof is there because MC bumps her fists against his shoulder repeatedly. After the failed attempt with the needle, Napoleon drags MC into his arms in a flash, making her yelp. He says something among the lines of "We can just continue our dance here," the angle of the left-aside camera cutting off their heads just a little bit, as they dance their way off-frame.

5.

The next segment is hard to make out initially, the imagery being too dark. After some mending with the settings off-screen, the video becomes brighter, showing the contours of a moonlit garret. Napoleon's face comes into view, as he lays on his side, head propped on a hand. His chest is bare, leaving little to the imagination about the state of the rest of his body. His droopy eyes tell about the late hour this takes place at, and his lips are curled upwards in a content, lazy smile. He strokes MC's hair behind the camera.

"What are you thinking about?"

It's a quiet and unhurried question, receiving a similar whisper in return.

"Nothing. You're pretty."

Napoleon produces a low "snrk" noise while maintaining his relaxed composure.

"No, you are."

"I'm actually waiting for you to stop distracting me so I can vlog about how our day went…"

Napoleon raises an eyebrow in irritated surprise, sitting up and shooting his hands towards MC. "If you think that's me distracting you…"

"Ahahah, Napoleon! Wait!"

The camera now looks towards the ceiling, most probably dropped in MC's attempts of self-defense against Napoleon's tickle attack. The latter pauses his ambush just for a second to lean over the camera, smile never leaving his lips, as he turns it off.

The second attempt of same vlog shows the sun already peeking over the horizon beyond the garret's windows.

6.

After a couple more segments showing similar moments of Napoleon and MC's first month together, they reach the very last one. In it the two of them are in a flower field, visibly in a hurry as the camera is placed in a way to capture both of them.

"Quick, the battery is dying! What is it that you wanted to say?"

With his trademark nobility dropped at the price of carrying out his goal, he drops to one knee, rendering MC speechless as he places a hand over his heart.

"Dulce et decorum est pro tu vixi. I, Napoleon Bonaparte, renew my oath to you, mon amour, here and now, burnt into the memory of the lens, so that you might take that as my promise that I'll forever love you. I want you in my life. I want to spend my life with you. I want-

Before Napoleon can use up the very last second for his oath, MC sinks to her knees as well, cradling Napoleon's face into her palms and claiming his lips in a kiss. It's the last thing that the camera captures before dying.

***

The lit square on the wall shifts to blackness again, and remains this time. It's the end of the video, yet MC finds it hard to lower her gaze yet. Her vision is blurry by some troublesome happy tears that she hurries to brush away with the back of her hand, because she is dying to look at Napoleon right now.

And he is sitting there with his face covered by his hands. Unmoving.

She giggles despite the whirlwind of sentimental feelings trying to shake her composure, and she pats Napoleon's chest to make him look at her.

When he lowers his hands slowly, he reveals a blushing face underneath.

"Napoleon…are you.. are you embarrassed?"

He tries to hide again, but MC pulls on his hands this time, with Napoleon taking the initiative to lace their fingers together despite his current outburst of shyness.

"What, me? Embarrassed? I was just cringing a little at myself, that's it…"

MC tries to fight back the laughter but it's stronger than her. She shakes her head wondering if that's the same monsieur from the video that once had no idea what that modern-day slang meant. But what's even funnier is his denial when processing the feelings the video gave him.

He pulls MC into a tight hug, his personal way of cheating facing her while blushing. He uses the chance of his face being unseen by her to speak his mind.

"You're amazing. You really retrieved the footage and pieced this together for our special day…I'm speechless."

"It was all my pleasure!…also, I couldn't do it without shedding a tear or two, but shhh…"

"Why am I not surprised? You remain a nunuche. Nunuche once, nunuche for life."

"Drop that already, will you…!"

They end up on the floor with Napoleon looming over MC, and she didn't realize that the same tears she was talking about have sneaked their way out of the corners of her eyes again. Until Napoleon brushes them away with a kiss.

She fists the fabric of his t-shirt subconsciously, trying to prevent more tears from rolling down her cheeks once the happiness began to truly settle in. Her heart's been through a lot already the whole day, and Napoleon, ever the bully, keeps talking about how the day is nowhere near over yet…

"I find it funny how we thought it's alright to film non-stop for a month straight because…"

Because you were supposed to go back home after that month in the 19th century Paris was over. He doesn't need to finish the thought.

He dislikes the bitter taste that it left in his mouth, no, there is no reason for that. Instead he thinks of another thing, and proceeds to pout.

"Just think of all the things we didn't get to film. No, that's it, I can't allow such moments to be wasted anymore. I'm starting my own vlog, 'collection of moments of my nunuche being cute'. Strictly private, of course."

It leaves MC laughing once again, bickering with him and trying to joking push him off her which just ends in them kissing again. When he finally gives her a chance to speak, she emerges from his suffocating kisses with a strained voice.

"We don't need it! Vlogs, or my travelogue writings, or even pictures- I can perfectly remember all our happy moments together! And you better keep up with me Mr. Bonaparte! And if I happen to forget something, well, you'll just have to freshen my memory…"

"Mm. Deal. That's alright by me. C'mon, let's make more memories together."

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[pieground]

I have never wrote something so accurately.

Never leave these two alone.

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[nad-zeta]

A whole new world

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Leonardo x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1200

Comments: Eeeeep guess whose special day it is today!!!??? lolol! Eeeep //dances around ❤❤Hehehe none other than our cutie lil albyyy! Happy birthday flower sis! ❤ Hope you have the best day ever filled with allll the cake and candy!!!! 😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @alby-rei

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Call it fate or call it a whim, but you certainly did not want to spend your birthday holed up, woman alone in your apartment. So, when the opportunity presented itself, you jumped — jet setting off to the vast unknown and finding yourself among the dust and sand. 

It was scorching hot under the hellish desert sun, and after what felt like an eternity of walking, you were practically praying to any and every god for relief. Were you starting to question your life choices every 2 mins after the first hour of the tour? Absolutely! If you could go back in time and choose a beachside birthday week instead? If only time travel were invented!  

Finally, by some miracle, you and the small group guided by the one and only Aladdin — the irony of which had you in stitches upon discovery — made it to the secret destination. A large gaping hole in the middle of nowhere. You had to rub your eyes just to make sure it was indeed there and not some trick of the mind. Staring down at the desert hole of hell, one thought crossed your mind, "jip, this was where you were going to meet your end." 

Regardless of your conspiracies that Aladdin may be a serial killer, you dutifully followed one after the other like sheep descending into the cool darkness. You honestly didn't know what to expect. Half of you screamed that there would be an overpriced gift shop conveniently placed below selling overpriced water to the gullible tourists, but the other half of you wondered if you were in a live-action game of the imposters. Although, much to your disappointment or grief? There was only stone, and you guessed it, more sand. 

You opted to wander aimlessly, breaking away and straying further and further from the group. Aladdin had given one rule upon entry into the tunnels, stick together and don't explore on your own. In your defence, moments after he made the warning, his monkey hopped from his shoulder and scampered off down a dark tunnel, so clearly, if the monkey can explore and find his way back, so could you. 

As you ventured deeper, your fingertips traced the ancient carvings of stories untold and long forgotten. Soon the group's voices were but a mumbling echo. However, when the voices grew too faint, you decided to turn back. Only, as you turned your back to the endless unknown, you could have sworn you saw something move in the darkness. 

"Hello," you called out cautiously, ready to book it at the drop of a pin. But nothing called back; not a sound could be heard, a fact that you were becoming increasingly aware of. 

A cold gust of wind galled past you and took with it your sense of sight, leaving you with nothing but goosebumps.

"Shit, shit, shit," you squealed, scurrying frantically for a lighter. Your fingers stung as you rolled the rough metal starter for the millionth time and cursed it for letting you down in such a pivotal moment. Empty. The damn thing was empty. 

You gazed around, willing your eyes to adapt to the new surroundings when a beacon of hope caught your sight. The group!

You rushed towards the golden light, "I'm here!" You exclaimed, stumbling over your feet as the source seemed to move back with every step you took forward. "Hey! Wait up!"  You lost count of how many corners you rounded or tunnels you ventured down. Finally, you made it to a dead end with a single crawl space from whence the light was brightly illuminated. 

Had you not heard voices, you might not have decided to crouch down and army crawl to the end of the opening. But let's face it, you were desperate.

You slithered through in record time, only to be greeted by an empty catacomb, with not a single living soul other than yourself. The hairs on your arms stood tall when you glanced around the eerie room with one thought creeping in the back of your mind, "where did those voices come from." 

Despite your predicament, it was breathtaking, with floors and walls covered in pure gold. Mountains upon mountains of treasures, from diamonds to jewels, it honestly was every wanna-be Indiana Jone’s dream. 

You tiptoed around, careful not to touch a single item. You had seen enough movies to know better than to disturb a treasure trove. Except you didn't bargain on a stray vine growing between the cracks of gold, nor did you anticipate your poor unsuspecting foot deciding to yeet on its own accord. 

In your descent down, you broke your own rule, reaching for the closest object and missing it by a hair's breadth. Your silken scarf was the only thing that managed to touch the artefact, gently brushing over it as your face met the ground.

"Shit, I really wish I could have seen that vine," you muttered from your place on the ground wincing at the dull pain of your palms.

In an instance, the room filled with smoke, the lingering tobacco tickled your nose and hid a lazing figure. 

"That's a shame; I would have wished for a longer nap," the voice yawned beneath the veil.

"W-what?" The word escaped you as you fell back, squinting your eyes to better look at the intruder. Your efforts were for nought as all you could see were two golden eyes beaming at you. If you haven't known better, you'd have thought it the Cheshire Cat; if the Cheshire cat smoked, perhaps it was a cheap knockoff? 

The shadow moved closer, and from the smoke, a giant hand, cuffed in gold and jewels, appeared. "Scusa, let me help you."

You hesitated, of course, you did, but you found yourself compelled, and before you knew it, you were face to face with a handsome Italian man. 

'Dreams really do come true,’ your mind seemed to scream upon remembering your jest of an early birthday wish. 

"Uh, thanks," you managed to mutter out, almost sure that the laugh that escaped the man was a result of your ever-burning face. 

"Now, about those wishes," his grin widened as he released you from his hold and leaned back against the golden pillar, pulling out another cigarillo from the dust of the air. 

"You know smoking ruins your lungs," you blurted out absent-mindedly while looking for a logical explanation as to where this man could possibly have come from. You needed to get back to your tour group asap, lest you be left behind with this strange, strange man. Handsome. But strange. 

"You could have all the riches in the world at the snap of a finger, and you care more for my health? Heh, you are unusual. You'd make a fascinating study." He let go of a deep chuckle taking a drag of his sig. His golden eyes seemed to shine as he watched you with childlike curiosity.

"Wellllll, look at the time; it was nice meeting you, but I think I should head on out," you finger gunned, turning heel and scurrying to the nearest door. 

"I wish I was back with the tour group." The words fell from your lips in a sigh when said door was sealed tighter than the shirt Aladdin was wearing, and like magic, you were transported. 

"1 left," you jumped from your skin when a husky voice appeared at your side. 

"W-whaaa!" 

It took a near heart attack and about 20 mins of explaining to finally come to grips with the fact that magic was indeed real and that you, though unsuspectingly, had stumbled upon a genie's lamp. 

"Might I remind you, Cara mia, you still have one wish remaining," Leonardo, the name of the genie you later found out to be, reminded. It had been 1 whole year since your spontaneous trip, and the day of your birthday had finally arrived once more.

"I know," you had shrugged off the statement as you had done a thousand times in the past months. It was a selfish desire on your part, but you found that you just couldn't seem to make that last wish; you just couldn't seem to let the poor man go. You found yourself enjoying his company somewhere between the teasing and jokes.

Placing the cake in the centre of the table, you gestured for the man to take a seat across from you. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a single candle. With gleaming eyes, he lit it with a snap of a finger. 

"Make a wish," he teased, grinning widely. 

"I wish for you to be free," and like the breath that left your lungs, a swirl of colours gusted through the kitchen, and when you opened your eyes, the man was gone. 

You stifled a bitter laugh, trying to plaster a smile on your face, but your eyes betrayed the bittersweet happiness your heart felt for a friend who had received his own greatest wish and the loss of a love that was never confessed.

You didn't even notice the tear slipping from your eyes as you stared blankly at the chocolate cake.

"Now, Cara mia, when you cry like that, you make it impossible for me to leave you alone for even a second." 

You whipped your head around to see Leonardo in all his glory, completely unburdened and free, holding 2 plates and forks with a teasing smirk.

"I thought-" 

"Enough of the crying; show me that happy smile of yours, ye?" Leonardo said with a wary laugh, sauntering over with frowning eyes.

Your heart started racing when he gently cupped your cheeks, wiping away the trails of sadness, only to bring about a blooming smile as he squished your face together. 

"Happy birthday." He said with a satisfied smile, and before you even had time to process the adoring kiss dropped on your smooshed lips, he was already cutting you a slice of cake.

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[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikevamp - Napoleon - Valentine Challenge 2.0

VALENTINE CHALLENGE 2.0

PROMPT "I knew I could find you at our secret spot"

PAIRING: NAPOLEON X F.READER

FANDOM: IKEVAMP

Warnings: angst

Words: 574

A/N: This fic is for valentine's challenge 2.0. Yes, I'm late but here it is. Tysm for creating this challenge @chaosangel767 and @xxsycamore

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It has been a year since you met your lover. You have been working hard as the director of a post office in town, while Napoleon has been busy as hell as the captain of the city’s ship.

A natural disaster hit a faraway country last year and since then, you didn’t see Napoleon. His crew was hired to provide aid-carrying supplies to their citizens.

Supposedly, they should arrive in town in a few months, but their ship had some mechanical problems, and they were forced to stay there until they find the pieces to repair their ship.

You heard all kinds of rumors, you know how these things are, a small town with citizens who loved gossiping. Some say you are an idiot to think that a catch like Napoleon will come back to a place like this. He probably doesn’t even remember you anymore. So many opportunities await him in that other country, full of beautiful ladies interested in dating a captain. And what a captain he is.

Even though you work at the post office, it has been months since the last time he wrote you a letter. He is not a man of letters, for sure. But it’s impossible not to feel insecure after hearing rumors for so long.

But this week, you woke up with a resolve: put your relationship and faith to the test. You don’t like to travel much, but you are willing to make this sacrifice for the sake of you both. There is this small hidden island that no one knows, only you two. That’s where you decided to make your relationship official.

Napoleon even built a tiny cozy house for the two of you there. So why not give it a try knowing that Valentine's is coming? For him, it’s always worth it.

After preparing for your solo trip, you embark on your journey on your boat. Napoleon taught you how to pilot one, so it won’t be a problem.

After a day of sailing, you get to your destination. The weather is not that great, but it will do. Valentine's will be tomorrow, so you still have time to make the preparations.

The next day...

You woke up early to clean the house and arrange everything expecting that he will remember the date and your secret spot. You don’t even know if Napoleon is safe or not, but you’ll cling to hope. If something had happened, someone would have probably let you know by now.

Hours pass by, and no sight of Napoleon. It’s almost 10 pm, and you try your best to keep your spirits high. What if he is dead? What if he got bored of you?

You start getting paranoid and decide to read a book on the couch while waiting for him. However, you fell asleep after reading for an hour or so. When you wake up, you realize it’s already morning. But you are no longer on the couch with your book. Instead, you find yourself lying on your comfy bed. And when you look to the side, you see this dark-haired guy sleeping deeply next to you.

Tears fall down your cheek when you see your man by your side. There are so many things you want to say to him, but for now, you just cuddle next to him and go back to sleep. This is already the best Valentine's gift you could ever ask for.

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[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you leave a lipstick mark on him, how scandalous!!!

CHARACTERS: mozart, arthur, vincent, & isaac.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: i wanted to practice writing these guys more!!

mozart doesn’t realize your lipstick has transferred at first, but he knows your giggling never means anything good. his inquisitive “what?” comes out snappier than he intends it to be, but when your eyes dart to the spot you kissed he connects the dots. rolling his eyes, he takes out his handkerchief and attempts to wipe your kiss away. although it's funny to watch him struggle to get the kiss mark off of his face, you eventually step in to help. (and by that, of course i mean you kissed him stupid.)

arthur knows what you’re up to immediately. it’s almost like he has a special sense for your mischief. he lets you pull him in by his lapels and fails to hide his disappointment when you plant a smooch on his cheek instead of his lips. he pouts, pointing to his lips with a pleading gaze. you make a big show of sighing before you smirk, pulling him again and showering his face in kisses. no, he doesn’t wipe a single mark off. yes, he parades around the mansion like that the whole day. yes, he’s grumpy at night when he has to wash them off. oh well, you can always give him more later, can’t you?

vincent blushes when your lips brush against his skin. he touches where you kissed and smiles softly, eyes shifting to you. you’re as beautiful a sight as always, and your smile could not look more radiant. “sunflower...what was that for?” he murmurs, running the back of his hand tenderly along your cheek. you whisper that it wasn’t for anything in particular, he just looks so darling and handsome that you couldn’t resist. his cheeks turn pinker and he hides his laughter behind his hand. oh, you charmer! his face may as well be your canvas, no?

isaac jumps up in his chair, startled by your surprise attack. he reminds you hastily that he’s working, but not without stumbling over his words like a fool in love. you can snicker at the mark on his cheek, but isaac assumes you’re just laughing at “how adorable he looks when flustered” again. it's quite mean of you, you know this, but you’d never be so mean as you let him walk around with your lipstick mark on his cheek. you know arthur would tease him relentlessly. “wanted to leave you a little gift.” you say, poking the mark on his burning cheek, “i hope it motivates you, darling.”

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[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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[syneilesis]

[fic] no end to promises

no end to promises

Ikemen Vampire | Vlad x f!Reader | T | 452 words ao3 link (later)

Throughout his waking life there is only one for him, and it is you.

A/N: Fifth entry to @cy-inky's one week challenge! Suitor of choice is Vlad with the prompt "I will always choose you." It's both childhood friends to lovers and arranged marriage AU. Because it's me, and it's Vlad I'm writing, there are a few warnings: mind control, Vlad and Reader-chan not being ... quite right in their heads, lowkey horror (?) – all vaguely implied. All scenes they are children, except for the last part, where they're thousands of years old 😜

Divider by @/saradika.

I.

“From now on till the end of time, we will always be together.”

II.

Vlad takes your hand and leads you to the garden where hundred different flowers bloom. He points at them one by one and tells you their names, morning sunlight a shimmer on his fair, silver hair, his ruby eyes large like rose-blossom.

You've heard of their whispers: the divine child taking the branch-family daughter under his benevolent wing. Out of pity, out of charity. You let those assumptions slide over you, rainwater on sloped roof; they don't know, after all. Only you and Vlad know.

III.

“We don't want to lose the grace granted upon us, Young Lord. We implore you to understand.”

“I do. Which is why it is I who will decide upon my eternal partner.”

IV.

In the garden where hundred different flowers bloom, time crystallizes, eternity with the weight of a promise, reflected in each petal, leaf, stem – glass-vivid and bright. Vlad cradles your hand, pulls it to rest upon his warm cheek, and closes his eyes to soak in your presence.

Everything is quiet, like a deliberate silence under a muted sun, white clouds and white sky in contrast to the vibrance of the garden. No birdsong, no psithurism, no outside footsteps come to herd them back into the mansion. You caress Vlad’s soft, warm cheek and ask:

“Where is everybody? Grandmother? Uncle?”

Vlad sighs, content, and he stays that way for a while. It makes you think that he hasn't heard you. But then, he opens his eyes and his wine-red gaze pins you and your soul.

“I sent them away.”

“Away?”

Vlad nods. “Yes. Away. They wanted me to marry when I grow up and I said that I want to marry you, but they didn't like it. I didn't like that they didn't like it.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. So I sent them away.”

“Will they come back?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh.”

The plants move, but they produce no sound. You turn your head to the side, and it is the same. In the corner of your vision, the slice of Vlad's red eyes, following you, a burning shadow.

“Okay,” you say, and finally, Vlad lets your hand go.

“I will always choose you,” Vlad promises. He smiles like first snow.

“Me too,” you say. And it is your oath to him. “It will always be you.”

V.

An eternity later, in the garden where hundred different flowers bloom, Vlad promises once more: “I will always choose you.”

And you grant him your most joyous smile, with its unbearable lightness. Forever entwined, forever inseparable. Forever, forever, forever.

And you return those same words, those same promises:

“Me too. It will always be you.”

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[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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[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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[kays-sunflowers]

Gorgeous // Taylor Swift

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

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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.

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