#leocomte

[aaviav]

Ikémen Vampire – Leonardo da Vinci x Comte de Saint-Germain

these two bois wish you a very spoopy Halloween!!  🖤🎃🦇 (idk if the theme i was going for got lost somewhere in the process, but... try to guess what they’re going as? (￢ᴗ￢) )

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #leocomte #MY BOIS #celebrating halloween #i lov them sm #hhhhhh #art

[arsnovacadenza]

Comte in a boyfriend shirt. Specifically, Leo's.

It's so big that it keeps slipping. Leo think it's cute and hot because now Comte can't cover the bitemarks all over his neck, shoulders, and chest.

#leocomte #ikevam comte #ikevam leonardo

[write-a-bad-romance]

Only If You Hurry (Comte/Leo)

Pairing: Leonardo x Comte, with hints of Vlad x Comte

Rating: T

Word Count: 1738

Prompt: Hurt/Comfort, Leo and family matters, modern AU

Ao3 Link: Here

Note: I'll be referring to Comte as "Saint-Germain" throughout this fic because I don't want to spoil his first name. Also, his views about same-sex relationships do not reflect the author's actual opinion.

Vanilla-scented smoke trailed behind Leonardo as he located the door to Saint-Germain's apartment and knocked furiously. The sound of a violin was abruptly cut and replaced by footsteps approaching the door. 

Leonardo didn't need to announce who he was. The man inside already knew.

Or maybe not. Saint-Germain still needed to look through the peephole to make sure. Leo heard the sound of unlatching as he stared at the tip of his scuffed leather shoes, a stark contrast against the grimy maroon carpet.

All the money in the world and still he refused to move someplace newer, fancier. But then, the entire building is HIS anyway. 

The door opened with a heavy creak as Saint-Germain's worried face came into view.

"I wasn't expecting a guest. At least not tonight." The blond man sighed, "But at this point, this is your house as much as it's mine, isn't it?"

Saint-Germain backed away to allow Leonardo some space. The moment he stepped into the room, he noticed an ornate decanter of wine and matching glasses on the coffee table.

"I thought you weren't expecting company," Leonardo smacked his lips. The living room was bathed in a warm golden glow, just like everything Saint-Germain.

"I had a feeling knew you'd come."

The larger man decided to let further comments die on his tongue. He marched towards the burgundy velvet armchair and sunk against the cushioning. Other men of his size would complain about how cramped it was, but Leonardo welcomed the snug comfort it offered.

He loved sitting at this very chair and let himself soak in the familiarity of his surroundings. Even more so when the master of the house was around and he would—

Leonardo batted his thoughts away as Saint-Germain probed him. "Is this about that date you mentioned a few days ago?"

"Jeez, how did you know?"

"Just a guess. To be honest, I can't tell you if you just came back from your lab or a fancy restaurant on a hotel rooftop." Saint-Germain gestured towards Leo's desultory choice of clothes. "You're not even trying anymore."

"Yeah, well. She’s a friend of my cousin, my only good cousin. How was I supposed to refuse?" 

"Family matters. I understand." Saint-Germain poured from his decanter and passed it onto the slouching man. "But you can't keep doing this if it means coming to me moaning about it."

"Grazie," Leonardo accepted his friend's offering, but not without almost dropping the glass and letting its content spill onto Saint-Germain's antique Persian rug. "And thank you for being such a good friend and taking in the burnt of my woes."

He wasn't far off from the truth. Despite his harsh words, Saint-Germain would always nod and listen with that almost-holy, serene visage. And without fail, the man would offer him little quips of advice, some soothing words here and there. Sometimes, outright spats were inevitable. But even then, it was Saint-Germain who stood his ground and made Leonardo spend the rest of the night reflecting and repenting.

The weary lecturer closed his eyes and sighed. The good, young doctor wasting all his attention on me? This can't be right.

"Was she really that...undesirable?" The occupant of Leo's thoughts picked his violin once again and pressed it against his collarbone. "How long did you, erm, last?"

"Dio. You make it sound so obscene," Leonardo scoffed. "She wasn't. It's just, well...."

Saint-Germain let out a wry chuckle and gave him a hearty smile. "I see. So it's your tastes that's currently leaning towards....men. Did I put that correctly?"

"Well, I guess you're not entirely wrong." Leonardo hoped he could blame the wine for the rosy tinge that swept across his cheeks.

"Understandable," Saint-Germain cradled the instrument on his arm, a faraway gaze to his eyes. "Once you're accustomed to the comforts of a man, it'll take you a while before you stop searching his image in other men."

Leonardo threw a pointed look at the oblivious man. That's not how it works. 

Besides, aren't you just talking about yourself?

"Really," Saint-Germain ignored his indignant gaze and sat on the loveseat across Leonardo, his own filled glass in hand. "Even if you've dropped hints here and there, wouldn't it be better if you confront your family and tell them the truth?"

"Those were major hints I've been dropping," Leonardo raised his voice. "I had another cousin calling me just to ask about some guy in my Facebook photo from five years ago."

"And?" Saint-Germain licked his wine-tinted lips. Grazioso, Leonardo wanted to say. "What did you tell him?"

"I asked him what his point was. He hung up immediately after," Leo snickered. "Guy must have been scared shitless of me sounding so angry. I never showed that side to him before."

"See?" The blond man sighed, pouring himself a second glass. "Deflecting questions is not a confirmation. Neither is silence."

Leonardo watched intently as the other man rose from his seat to get his violin. His best friend looked enticing in a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he had to admit. The ensemble would've been made perfect if Saint-Germain had on a black waistcoat—

Damn the alcohol for letting my mind run loose.

"Anyway, since you're here to drink your sorrows away," Saint-Germain lifted his violin. "Why don't I play something for you?"

Leo bit back a scoff. That's not the kind of comforting I need, but that's about the only thing I can get from this. More than this, and it’d be—

"Sure," He flashed a cheeky grin, "Are you taking requests? Wait, no classics. I don't want you to lull me to sleep."

Saint-Germain set his bow on top of his violin's strings, the instrument waiting in position. "Anything for you."

The pair laughed their worries off into the night, accompanied by Leonardo's off-key singing. It was tiring, the Italian thought. 

But relaxing, in its own superficial way.

“Anyway,” Leonardo spoke much later as he began gathering his belongings. “How’s it going with your cara mia?”

Saint-Germain seemed taken aback by the sudden question. “Oh, everything is fine. Why do you ask?”

“No,” Leonardo paused, wondering if Saint-Germain noticed the awkwardness of his phrasing. Not that it mattered, going by the inanimate turn of his voice.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” Ah there it was, Saint-Germain’s signature stern look that appeared whenever Leonardo managed to land a crack on his defenses. “Now, look at you, fussing over someone else’s love life over your own.”

“I get it, I get it.” Leonardo waved a hand in defeat as he made a beeline towards the exit. “Besides, it won’t do if your girlfriend notices I’m going to your apartment all the time. She might get suspicious.”

“She already has,” The smaller man gently pushed Leo’s back as he ushered him out of his abode. “Now go home and get to bed. Don’t wander off into some bar for another drink. Or guy.”

“Santo Dio! No need to keep scolding me! Save your lectures for later!” Leonardo laughed, his face completely flushed. “Thanks anyway. See you when I see you?” 

“Anytime for a dear friend.” Saint-Germain patted the padding of Leonardo’s jacket.

“Right. Ciao.”

Leonardo cursed in Italian as he slammed his fist on a nearby wall.

“Shit.” He ran a sweaty hand over his weary face. “What was I thinking? Wasting my time and whining to the very person I want."

Leonardo could never say he loved the man. He longed for him. He lost sleep over him. Crying for him might be a little too much, but still, it was the blonde hair and amber eyes that followed him to sleep and starred in his dreams. 

And every time, Leonardo would wake up panicked, alone and panting.

And desiring.

He remembered carefully warning his 'wards' Salai and Melzi, "Never go for unavailable men. Don't give in to the delusion that you're somehow going to make it work, whatever it takes."

"Withdraw while there's still time. It's not worth it." He admonished severely.

Leonardo laughed at his hypocrisy, disgust welling in the pits of his stomach. Even if his frivolity hadn't corrupted Saint-Germain, the other man had enough poison in himself to get the job done. Time and time again, he would gaze into the man's golden orbs and find nothing there. 

He would give so much of himself to others but never oblige anybody else to fulfill him. Would never allow anyone close to his heart.

Leonardo knew he couldn't handle him, Saint-Germain and his darkness. And neither could the man endure him. So why did he—

How did he fall in this deep? 

Leonardo shook his head and carried on with a forceful stride. They were fools, both of them. But Leonardo was an absolute abject for letting his heart and brain to be wholly governed by the image of a man who clearly wouldn’t look his way.

Nor anywhere else.

Saint-Germain stared dumbly at the blinding screen of his phone. There was no delivery notification under his latest message.

She was still blocking him. He could only pray the email reached her inbox and didn't end up in the spam or whatever abyss she subjected him. He couldn't afford another postponement. If he was lucky, this weekend, they'd have one last dinner, and Saint-Germain would offer to end their meetings.

Leonardo and his colleagues would praise him for being the one in control, always the dominant one. They believed Comte could pull away gracefully and call off his relationships at the drop of a hat.

Oh, if only such was the case. Saint-Germain battled day and night to gain control over his erratic feelings, hidden under lock and key beneath his impassive facade.

The constant battles made him vulnerable. Weak people had no business supporting another, not when they could barely stand on their own two feet.

And he was so close to baring it all to the very person he'd laid his eyes on. 

Leo can't keep seeing me like this. So prone and useless.

You're a strong man who deserves an even stronger man. It will never be me.

He recalled Leonardo murmuring to him over another round of wine on the balcony of some hotel a long time ago.

It should be easy, being with the one you love. 

Love isn't supposed to hurt or tire you out. If it's running your heart rugged to the ground, then what's the point?

Right?

Saint-Germain twisted the silicone casing of his phone furiously. He didn't know. How could he answer?

What was love supposed to feel like?

Joyeux anniversaire, Comte! Sorry I’m offering nothing but angst on this jolly day! :’)))

This was actually a request from anon, but I decided to make a longer piece from the prompt. The original draft had Renaissance influences thrown in, but things got hectic and I couldn’t continue my research. So I decided to go with mu usual jam: Modern AU.

Also, I think I overdid the hurt and added too much angst. I hope it’s okay.

Thank you to @ashavazesa for helping me brainstorm ideas. I’m sorry things didn’t come out like we intended to, but your suggestion (namely, Comte playing the violin for Leonardo) stuck with me and it fit nicely. Thank you!

#ikevam comte #ikevam leonardo #leocomte #ikevam fanfic #leonardo x comte #riri tries ikevam

[ask-ikevamcomte]

Do you know anything about LeoComte? (Leonardo X Comte)

Why yes I have. Is there something you would like to ask me ma Chérie?~

Other ikevamp roleplay blogs: @ask-ikevamshakespeare @ask-ikevamvlad @ask-ikevamvincent @ask-ikevamptheo @ask-ikevamarthur @ask-ikevamcomte @ask-ikevamjean @ask-ikevamnapoleon @ask-ikevamsebastian @ask-ikevamfaust @ask-ikevamcharles @ask-ikevampisaac @ask-ikevammozart @ask-ikevamleonardo @ask-ikevamdazai

[weird-profiterole]

Bring on the gay👀 (leo x compte anyone?)

😏😏 I see that you're a woman of culture as well 😋

I'm not a 100% LeoComte shipper but still like it tho 😏

To be back with my yaoi drawings, I still am quite not sure, I don't want to "force" people who don't like yaoi (or don't ship Napoleon and Jean) to see those drawings 🤔

I want to share, but also I don't want to somehow "shock" people who don't want to see them.

I'm still trying to find a way 🤔

[longingkisses]

some vincent/shakespeare hc’s because they deserve the world, actually >:(

ever since the the drunk on your love event i have never known peace. i regret not collecting the theocona and leocomte stories but hey what can you do when ur broke amirght? well at least these two were pretty early on so i really must stan. no spoilers for their routes as well, so uh. :) rated general, just fluffy all around. love yall hhahahaha xoxo 😎

honestly, the way they got together is probably some deep dark secret. it’s a lost cause to ask shakespeare, and asking vincent just gets nothing but a nonchalent smile

no, seriously. vincent will probably react with a dreamy smile, slight blush and just trying to get words out from him feels like a sin because well- the dude's just lost in the sauce. the love sauce

because of this, theo lives in paranoia. what happens when his older brother goes off on his own? apparently he starts dating the murder(?) vampire that mom and pops warned you about

when they first start dating though, nobody really knows for sure. the playwright comes often more for lunch and vincent goes out on his own more, but it wasn’t enough to draw that much attention.

but theyre not ashamed of each other. vincent is absolutely willing to kiss shakespeare at any time of the day and if that's how their relationship is found out, so be it

safe to say, theo cried in anguish for about 3 days. if he even sees a cheek kiss from the two he blacks out for hours

and once theo finds out, EVERYBODY knows. a lot of them are alright with it, just a bit cautious.

unsurprisingly, its theo, comte and leo who are the most concerned.

theo is... self-explanatory. a younger brother has to cope with his older brother dating somehow though.

comte is MAMA. in his own way he tries to figure out how the two are doing, feeling, and how the hell this happens.

vincent unironically thinks so highly of shakes. once comte asks, the painter practically lights and goes on about how 'passionate' that will is, how he admires the other's work ethic, overjoyed how the will also enjoys spending time with him...

it makes comte's heart melt. this count knows damn well how vincent deserves to be happy, even with the resident more like neighboring drama queen

and when comte turns to shakespeare... oh god

bring up vincent to willy shakes and the dude goes full gas on the ballads. a lot of ballads. vincent as the dazzling sun, light of his eternal life, most curious dear vincent-

anyway, comte leaves happy that his sons are happy. that's all that matters. even if he totally has some backup care plans if things go awry, because they might. who knows with shakes honestly

and then... leo. leo and vincent are art buddies, and even then leo is also quite protective of the vamps. its a dad thing

he just tells vincent to be careful, and only vincent. the playwright tends to just avoid leo at all times, but the message is very, very clear. no correspondence needed.

other than that, the two are very much in their own world

they always share their pieces with each other. when shakespeare comes up with a new script, he's always ready to regale it with vincent

likewise, vincent starts showing all his paintings to shakes like he would with theo.

at times, when vincent has no idea what to name the piece, shakespeare is actually willing to a hand at naming them. his suggestions are always met with an angelic smile.

to pay back for those favors, vincent is also completely willing to paint sets for his boyfriend. although its very serious work, considering just how much shakespeare cares for his plays.

but william doesnt complain. what his love does is always breathtaking, and there's a hint of pride that lingers in his heart when the audience murmurs about the beautiful sets.

such things begin happening way more often. in fact one day, will just asks vincent if he wants to move in with him

to his dismay, vincent does refuse. the painter isnt quite ready to leave theo just yet, more likely until younger bro is alright with their.. arrangements. those brothers need to work on some issues, in william’s opinion, and while it would serve as good script inspiration...

he just cant do it. not even the possibility of a when comes into mind

but the promise of having a future together definitely excites the both of them. it motivates them to work harder than before, and its just nice to have a semblance of a purpose

but for the meantime, the two are totally content to have a sleepover at shakespeare's villa. just themselves and their thoughts..

the two can totally just deal with the vincent search party in the morning.

#Ikemen Vampire #IkeVamp #ikevamp headcanon #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp shakespeare #ikevamp theo #IMAGINE TYPING THEODORUS.. #ikevamp comte #ikevamp leonardo #okay they have a small mention but pureblood vamp parent funsies #so dont kill me hahaha youre so s*xy #anyway uhhh talk to me about ikevamp gays i care for them a lot #ANYWAY WHATS THEIR SHIPNAME??? #sitting here like a clown #vincent/william #??? #omg wait not me referring to shakespeare in different ways throughout this hc... #bear with me i guess... im so sorry king but not rlly haha xoxo

[arsnovacadenza]

It's funny how time made us change I want you tangled in a hurricane

#ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen vampire le comte #leocomte #???? #riri tries ikevam #riri tries graphics #see queue later

[arsnovacadenza]

Leonardo x Comte ficlet- Buon Giorno

Comte indulgently stared at the black cat as it kneaded Leonardo's blanket-covered chest.

He'd heard of kittens kneading on their mothers' belly when nursing, and he'd seen grown cats doing it too on a tree or the side of a wall. But to see a grown cat doing it on a man—

Well, this wasn't Comte's first. He'd seen the cat climb up to Leonardo's bosom and dig its front paws there, closing its eyes and blissfully purring as it did so. The Italian scolded it at first but then proceeded to scratch it between the ears and ran his large hands gently over its smooth back.

The count watched as the cat stretched, its back arching with ease.

"House cats are an artistic masterpiece in both form and size. The evolutionary culmination of the feline." Leonardo said when Comte encountered it for the very first time. The rascal was lazily sprawling on top of the more high-priced maps that Comte bought for his lover.

How appropriate, the count thought, the owner himself is as much of a masterpiece as his pet. 

Comte reached out to caress the cat. It mewled happily in response, tucking its paws under its stomach as it settles down on Leonardo's chest for real. This time, the act succeeded in rousing Comte's compagno. 

"....what on earth?" Leonardo grumbled, blindly groping at his chest to figure out what was (quite literally) burdening his chest. His eyes flew open upon coming contact with another's skin on top of the fur he's familiar.

He turned to amber ones reflecting his own.

"Bonjour, mon Coeur." Comte greeted, sleepiness long driven away from his voice. "If you're still tired, you can go back to sleep."

"The way things are," Leonardo gestured at the purring bundle of fur on top of him. "I don't think I can go back to sleep even if I want to."

"Stay with me then," Comte tucked Leonardo's bangs away. "Look. It's missing you too."

"That's a 'he' to you," Leonardo muttered. "How many times do I have to remind you?"

"That's your fault." Comte moved closer to rest his head against Leonardo's bare shoulder. "If only you'd given him a name."

"Any suggestions, amore mio?" Leonardo lightly caressed the cat's nose with his middle finger and hissed when the cat bit him. "Ow. Quit it, you little devil."

The sight drew a chuckle his lover, drawing Leonardo's attention. "What's so funny?"

"Little devil," Comte's golden eyes beamed as he laid an arm across Leonardo's abdomen. "That's a good one."

Leonardo turned to the cat, which was staring back at him. The black-furred beast didn't even budge as his owner's chest rumbled with laughter.

"Diavolo, then." Leonardo sighed as his newly named pet bumped lovingly against his fingers. "Couldn't have picked a better name."

The cat’s official name isn’t Diavolo. It’s Lumiere (because MC named him in Leo’s route).

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp comte #ikevam fic #leocomte #I DID IT #IT'S LEOCOMTE #riri tries ikevam

[arsnovacadenza]

Let’s play another round of “I swear the writers were having something else in mind while making this route”

The localization team was def in on the game as well.

#they could have used complain #ikemen vampire #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte #leonardo's route #leocomte

[arsnovacadenza]

Leocomte ficlet-Like the Real Seal

Link for Ao3 here.

Leonardo's golden eyes fixed upon the blubbery blob of flesh bouncing across the icy floor.

The ringed seal merrily skidded to a halt as she approached her keeper, who then showered her with applause and words of adoration.

The woman made cooing noises as the seal squished and stretched, squished and stretched, squished and stretched its neck, just like that. Leonardo was amazed at how the creature managed to squeeze that dog-like face until it nearly disappeared into a thick ball of rubbery skin.

The almost millennium-old vampire continued to watch as the seal cheekily collected her reward —a fresh mackerel— before rolling back into the water.

Damn. Imagine rolling around all day doing nothing and getting showered by affection and treats instead of getting yelled at.

"Is something the matter?" Comte's voice interrupted his train of thoughts.

"Niente. Let's get going."

"What is this?" Leonardo asked as he ran his hand over the large box. It sat on the dinner table, wrapped in a paper the color of the ocean.

"Something from the aquarium," His companion smiled mysteriously. "I ordered it specifically for you."

"This better not be a penguin you're sneaking out of there."

"Nothing of the sort," Comte chuckled. "Open it."

Leonardo opened the lid to find himself greeted by a pair of black eyes sitting atop a bulging nostril.

"Oh." He took out the entire thing and propped it on his lap. "It's the girl from yesterday."

It was a large plush of the ringed seal from yesterday, perfectly rotund and squishy (though not as rubbery) like the real thing.

"So," Comte set his crossed fingers on his lap. "What do you think?"

Leonardo stared at the miniature's somber expression.

"It's ugly."

From the corner of his eyes, Comte peered at Leonardo, who was currently planting his face on the 'ugly' plush.

He couldn't help but smile as the man nuzzled into its velvet belly.

"I thought you hated it."

Leonardo turned his face in Comte's direction, twisting it into a playful scowl. "I didn't say I hated it. I just thought it was ugly."

"Hmm, that may be true. But you should've seen your own expression as you, ah, observed the fine lass back at the aquarium."

"Her name is Yuki-chan. And please don't talk about animals like that ever again." Leonardo protectively circled his arms around the plump thing.

"How did you know her name?"

"It's mentioned on the tag." Leonardo pointed towards the card he pinned on the fridge. "Also, I read the message the store clerk wrote under your request. To my Reo-chan? It sounded like you were sending it to a girlfriend. Imagine if they knew you're giving this to grown-ass man."

Comte just laughed at Leonardo's mock sour tone.

"The more I look at you, the sadder your face looks," Leonardo whispered to Yuki-chan. "You're starting to look even sadder than me."

He was lying on his back on the couch, the seal plush sitting on his belly. The man seemed to grow fonder of his gift recently, unconsciously carrying the thing everywhere he went around their apartment.

"Do you remind him of me that much?" He asked the seal, although the man in question was well within earshot.

Comte padded over to put two mugs of steaming coffee on the low table. "In a sense, both of you are equal in how cute you are."

Leonardo distracted himself from his spreading blush by repeatedly pressing Yuki-chan's nose.

"Hey, if you boop the nose like this, the bridge disappears." He muttered. "It looks like a pair of—"

"Leonardo," Comte warned.

The seal plush in question:

#leocomte #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte #riri tries ikevam

[arsnovacadenza]

Leocomte modern AU

Leo is a senior lecturer in his department and has his own room where his assistants and students under his supervision gather (Isaac is one of them)

His desk, is, surprisingly, not at all that messy.  It’s mostly empty save for a coffee mug, some documents, notebooks, some stationery, and a minimalistic PC set. The man uses a full keyboard that goes tack-tack-tack as he types. It’s soothing to listen.

His desk and the file cabinet that surrounds it are all neatly organized. Can’t have precious documents and papers missing in a pile of mess or he’s gonna lose his jobs.

Except for his work station, the entire room is an utter wreckage. Usually, it’s Salai (his research assistant) that helps clean up the room and take out the clutter.

There are two framed photos on the desk. One is of Saint-Germain and the other is of Lumiere.

At first, it was just a picture of his husband, but later he added the new picture next to it. Some curious students speculate that he and his husband just adopted a kid, only to be disappointed upon discovering that it’s just a photo of a black cat.

During break time when there are students in the room, Leonardo very randomly calls them over to his desk to show them a live feed of Lumiere in his house (yep, dude installs a petcam).

Rumors even float around that if you want to get liked by Professor Leonardo, you must either be a cat person or present him with cat toys or expensive cat food to make him like you.

When overhearing one his students talk about going to cat cafes, his response is: “Oh, I can’t go to cat cafes because then my clothes will be covered in fur and Lumiere will notice that I’ve been hanging with other cats. He will get jealous and avoid me and the thought makes me sad.”

His students and coworkers, internally: “This man cares more about his cat than his husband.”

The Lumiere bits are inspired from @metal-arms-and-golden-horns‘s headcanons about Leo’s furbaby Lumiere.

#ikevam au #riri tries ikevam #leocomte #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte #I'm back fellas #but I'm not doing any jeanpoleon now I'm drained

[arsnovacadenza]

Leocomte fic- If Leonardo had a Computer

What if Leonardo and Comte are still around in the 2000s or 2010s? Naturally, one of them would be into technology.

"So how do you like your new computer?" Comte asked his partner during breakfast. Leonardo seemed to be quite taken with his new PC set.

"It works fine. Great even," The Italian chuckled. "Definitely the best thing that's ever happened to me in 600 years."

"Good to know." Comte sipped his coffee.

"But, damn I'd be lying if I said the thing doesn't make me feel jealous."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," Leonardo laced his fingers on the table. "Think of it this way: you have a machine that can do all your work and store valuable pieces of information, which you can freely obtain from an infinite number of resources. You can see why humans envy these machines and rightfully so. Hell, that's an ability only I can dream of as a vampire."

"I see what you mean."

"But of course, there is a limit to the amount of data that can be stored in the memory, and all you need to do is erase some of the unimportant data to make space," Leonardo flicked his cigarillo. "At other times, you need to uninstall junk apps that clog the system."

Clouds gathered behind Leonardo's eyes as he continued.

"If only," he sighed. "If only we're able to erase useless information and forget all those horrible memories keeping us down. Think of all the greater things we can achieve."

Unsure of what to make of it, the blond man shakily set down his cup.

#ikemen vampire #ikevam ficlet #leocomte #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte

[arsnovacadenza]

Leonardo at some point learned the guitar, and of course became good at it. 

He’d hang around in Comte’s room (ESPECIALLY when the man is there) strumming his guitar and singing love songs from every language he knew. At first, Comte would be annoyed, but would later appreciate Leonardo’s company and his exclusive performance.

Comte would hold back his smile when Leonardo sang the mushiest songs and would silently feel melancholic too when Leonardo sang the saddest songs. 

#ikevam hc #I need to revise grammar #ikevam leonardo #ikevam comte #leocomte

[arsnovacadenza]

Leonardo x Comte Fic- Some Like it That Way

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Characters: Leonardo da Vinci and Comte de Saint-Germain. Mentions of Sebastian and Yukari (MC)

Pairings: Leonardo x Comte

Rating: T to M (foot fetish involved)

Word count: 1144

With a plate of macarons in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other, Comte de Saint-Germain carefully backed against the door of Leonardo's room.

 Upon entering, he was greeted by the sight of haphazardly arranged trinkets and an avalanche of books spilling all over the floor. On the wall was the expensive world map that Comte had painstakingly procured.

 The owner of the room himself was at the coffee table, seated on a pile of floor cushions sewn by Sebastian. Leonardo first learned about the pillows from Dazai and then asked the butler to make some for him too.

Without announcing himself, Comte went over to Leonardo. He placed the plate on the (frankly, useless) sofa and set the coffee pot on the table, after carefully making sure that he wouldn't be accidentally pressing down on one of Leonardo's papers.

"Hard at work, I see," Comte commented at the sight of Leonardo pouring over his sketches.

"Hmmm," was the reply.

"Well, now's the perfect time to catch a break." The count proposed. "Oh, silly me! I forgot to bring our cups. Let me see if Sebastian is around so he can retrieve some for us."

But Leonardo held Comte back by the tails of his greatcoat.

"Yes?" the count looked back at his compagno. Truthfully, Leonardo asking him to stay was rare, and thus adorable. Comte would never say it out loud to the other man, though. 

That was until he felt like teasing Leonardo.

But the Renaissance Man wasn't looking back at him. He seemed to be deep in thought, golden eyes downcast and eyebrows knitted together. What now? Comte smiled knowingly. His partner was indeed, just as enigmatic as the records made him out to be. 

Finally, after a moment of brief silence, Leonardo met Comte's eyes and pulled on the coat once more. "Come here. I'd like to try something."

The blond man dutifully made his way back to Leonardo's side, waiting for his next move. "But of course. How can I be of service to you?"

Never breaking his gaze from Leonardo, Comte noticed a licentious glint within his eyes. He knew what effect those words would have on Leonardo. He'd always known how to work Leonardo up until the other man could no longer take it and take him down.

But Leonardo retained his composure. He stopped gripping his old friend's coat and started addressing him.

"I've been thinking of trying out something, you know." He murmured. "Just something I overheard from Yukari and Sebastian the other day."

"Go on."

Comte waited for the larger man to finish his words.  But instead, Leonardo just stared at Comte with a hard gaze, clearly struggling to hold back the blush that was blossoming under his cheeks.

"Can you step on me?"

Comte couldn't believe what he just heard. Of all the things he'd experienced in his long life and all that he'd done with Leonardo— 

Well, this was new.

 "I heard Sebastian commenting something about you having an intimidating aura." Leonardo continued to mumble. "Said something the lines of 'The count is somebody you don't mind being stepped on by—'"

"What, like on your foot?" Comte  interrupted. As much as Sebastian's interest in him amused the count, he was much more invested in seeing where this situation was heading. "I do that all the time when I teach you how to dance."

"No," Leonardo responded. "I mean, on me. On my body, I mean." 

With Leonardo's choice words, the tables turned. Now it was Comte who was swallowing hard. 

To further demonstrate his point, Leonardo reclined on the floor, toying with the placket of his shirt and looking up at Comte expectantly. "I'd like you to do it here." His hand moved to the center of his torso, which was now uncovered. "Right here, if you please."

Leonardo hardly ever let his shirt unbuttoned that low.

Comte hadn't raised his foot just yet, instead choosing to play along for a bit. "Should I step on you with my shoe on?"

He could easily imagine Leonardo's breath hitching in his throat.

"Well," came the reply, soft and almost hushed if it wasn't for Comte's vampiric abilities. "For now, let's keep it off."

With no further questions, Comte bent down to undo his footwear. He made the action slow and deliberate, relishing in Leonardo's muted groans.

After what seemed like an eternity (to the inventor, at least), Comte loomed over the supine man, his left foot suspended above right where Leonardo had specified.

"You sure about this?" He teased, taking delight in prolonging the deed.

"I am sure. Just do it now."

"That's not how you ask, Leonardo." Comte tutted calmly. "What do you say when you want me to do something?"

The man below him groaned.

"Please," he sighed. "Please, step on me."

Comte's smile only grew wider in satisfaction. With almost reluctant slowness, he placed his foot down until every inch of his sole came in contact with Leonardo's skin.

Underneath him, Leonardo shuddered, simultaneously sending shivers down Comte's spine. Both men were aware of how cold Leonardo's chest was in stark comparison to Comte's heated pads.

Testing the waters a bit more, Comte wriggled his toes, eliciting a gasp from Leonardo. "Should I apply some pressure?"

The man underneath sent him a defiant stare. "Do it however you like," He drawled. "You know I won't break."

Rolling his eyes, Comte dug his heel and stole the breath out of Leonardo. "Come now," he muttered. "Save that overused dirty talk for later."

Leonardo answered by laying a hand on his bridge and lightly massaging it. His other hand, meanwhile, circled his ankle.

There was reverence in his ministrations and the way his golden orbs regarded him, Comte thought. There was little he could do to return the gesture aside from giving him a fond, approving look.

"How strange," Comte broke the silence. "It was you who asked me to fulfill this strange request. But it feels like I'm the one being rewarded here."

"I have more to show you," Leonardo purred. "If you allow me."

After a gentle nudging, Comte finally freed his foot from the reluctant Leonardo's hold. Without much effort, he helped pull the larger man back on his feet. Immediately, his hands settled firmly on Leonardo's sides.

"I suppose I could spare some time." He whispered. "I haven't paid you any attention in a very long while."

"Heh. What are you talking about?" Leonardo chuckled, engulfing his longtime companion in a familiar embrace. "It was me who had been neglecting you with this work. Think of it as my apology." 

And an invitation to do something more, Comte extracted the unspoken words.

Without resistance, he gently fell back against messy sheets. 

"Wait, even if you intended to take a break, what about the coffee?" the smaller man hissed, albeit with minimal force. "It'll get cold."

"Oh, mio patriarca." Leonardo hushed. "Why worry about the coffee? You'll still drink it anyway after we're done."

"You'll be needing the energy. Trust me."

True to his words, their entire ordeal spent Comte's energy and time, continuing well into the quiet evening.

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[arsnovacadenza]

Thyme (Time?) likes to climb under Leonardo’s shirt and snuggle against his cleavage like anime pets riding in their mistresses’ anime tiddies.

Comte casually dips his hand under the front of Leo’s shirt to scoop Thyme out. Sebastian, Arthur, and Isaac were the first to see it happen.

Curse me for making these OOC headcanons.

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[arsnovacadenza]

From Jonathan Jones’ article regarding Leonardo da Vinci’s paintings and his sexuality.

And as we all know, Leonardo loves to stroke Comte’s ermine.

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