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Happy Birthday Leonardo!

A/N: I wrote this when I finished Leonardo's route but wanted to post it on his birthday 🎉 I think it's a nice little bookend to the angst in this fic

It's meant to take place right after the ball at the end of his romantic ending.

NSFW but not explicitly.

Pairing: Leonardo, his thoughts (and MC is there too)

Word Count: 630

This is dedicated to @aquagirl1978 for all the encouragement and support. ❤

The ball is over. Your beautiful gown, so dazzling and bright, is now a crumpled pile in a darkened corner of my room. My clothing is….somewhere. That could be my shirt thrown haphazardly over that pile of journals. My shoes may have been lost to the black hole under the bed. Did my jacket even make it through the bedroom door?

It does not matter. 

How could any of that matter when you are here, your cheek resting on my bare shoulder, hand splayed across my chest, over my heart.

You are beautiful. Is that the right word? Hard to think right now. But I'll try. I need to try and remember every moment, from the grip of your hand on mine as we fled the ballroom, impatient and eager to get away, to your nightingale laughter as we ran through the halls. Your room, my room, hell the library would have served (although Comte would have WORDS about that one). Luckily, my room was closer.

We burst through the door. Lumière wisely chose that moment to flee, weaving between our stumbling legs and escaping through the closing the door like a shadow slipping into the night.

I kissed you. I cupped your face in my hands and drew you in like oxygen, felt your sighs seep through my skin and wrap around my bones.

I am good with my hands. Always have been. I unwrapped you con finezza, peeled you out of your layers, my mouth never losing contact with your skin.

And you, cara mia, were as nimble, as breathless as I was. My clothes fell away, shed like the petals of a plucked flower.

We fell onto the bed. Only a few papers needed to be shoved aside with impatient, hurried hands.

Hands. Yeah I remember hands.

I had the hands of an explorer, mapping my way across your body, finding every slope and dip, every hollow. Retracing the paths I had learned before, finding new directions to those destinations I longed for. No part of you was left untouched.

I had the hands of a sculptor, filling my palms with you, molding and pressing and coaxing to get what I wanted out of my medium. 

I had the hands of a musician and you were my bow, bending beneath me as I played, your music filling my ears.

I had the hands of an architect, building you a soft place to land in my arms as you came down from the heights we had chased each other to. My compagna. Carissima mia. 

And then, breathing hard, flushed with pleasure, you smiled at me. Open and radiant, your love spilling out of you, the sun cracked open. A smile whose warmth I could never capture correctly, not with all the shades of paint in the world. The opposite of the smile I am most remembered for.

Now, cocooned by the night and my bedsheets, I hold you close, your body draped over mine. My fingers trace a filigree over the soft skin of your shoulder. You study the shape of your fingers as they rest over my heart.

“Leonardo?”

“Mmm?” My eyes are heavy. Such is the peace you gift me with your presence.

“I love you.”

I feel it. The way I smile, unbidden, unburdened. The broken pieces of my heart are pieced back together, repaired with the gold of your love and your touch and your time, the time you have chosen to spend with me. 

“I love you too, cara mia.”

With you, I have found that part of me that was lost. I am complete. And even when your time with me ends, as it inevitably will, the memory of you, of us, will hold me together.

I will not break again.

I’d like to request something for Leonardo and MC if possible - just something, anything! that shows him in a moment of pure happiness, no angst or moping for that sad man. No being depressed about immortality this time, that poor guy. It’s way too tempting to torture him so I’d love something sweet for him 💖 Thank you so much 😊

A/N: Here you go anon! I hope you enjoy!

Fluff and fluff

tw: descriptions of writer's block

There is nothing like the feeling of sitting down in front of a blank page and watching as something that existed only in your mind comes to life before you. When inspiration ignites the flame of creation, when creativity bursts forth and flows freely, coloring the world with your vision. Except when it just……..doesn’t. 

Cross-legged on Leonardo’s bed, you stare pensively down at the leather-bound notebook in front of you, pencil in hand. His bedroom is awash in candlelight, Mozart’s late night composing floating faintly through the air. Hmph, at least someone’s inspired tonight. 

You’re wrapped up in one of Leonardo’s soft, white linen shirts, your favorite thing to sleep in, his scent like a warm embrace. "Perfect writing conditions", you mutter, irritated as you shift, pushing yourself up against the pillows. Everything is set up for you to create and yet….nothing. All you have are the bullet points and notes you’ve scribbled, tiny dough-like drabbles, unformed and just….sitting there. 

This is the state you are in when Leonardo returns from his card game with Comte, Arthur and Theo. You can tell by the way he’s grinning that he’s beaten them. Again.

“There she is, Luce della mia vita.” He’s in a good mood, his voice almost singsong as he closes the door behind him.

He throws his jacket over a chair already overrun by books in one fluid motion and kicks his boots off without having to bend down, expert levels of ease and laziness on display. With a yawn, he lowers himself onto the bed next to you, stretching out his long limbs, a lion coming to rest after a long day on the Savannah. One hand reaches down, his warm palm running over the exposed skin of your thigh, a gesture of familiar, casual possession.

“Whatcha working on?” He continues to touch you as he lifts himself up onto one elbow, peering over at the notebook in your lap. 

You sigh, frustration still poking at you like a thousand, red-hot needles. 

“I’m trying to write a story. You know, for the Children’s Day celebration next week. I thought it might be nice to offer to read something original to the kids who need a break from the day’s festivities.”

Affection softens the smile on his lips and lights up the gold of his eyes. 

“That’s a great idea, cara mia.”

The pencil falls from your fingers onto the notebook, defeat slinking ever closer.

“It would be if I could just come up with…..something.” You know you’re moping, but your mind feels stuffed with musty straw and you can’t seem to clear it. 

His touch turns soothing as he runs his fingers over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaning down to press a kiss just above your bent knee, then laying his cheek against you. You reach down to touch him, tearing your gaze away from the mocking blank pages in front of you, focusing on the way your fingers look as they brush back his soft hair, the way they sink into it, disappearing for a moment and then emerge when you reach the pale ends. Another sigh, not of dismay but the moment of comfort, like the echo of satisfaction after a first sip of warm tea on a cold winter’s day. With him here, the disappointment you’ve been wrestling with for hours has a safe place to go, someone who will gather it in his hands and try to help you spin straw into gold.

“Alright then.”

He draws himself up, leaning back against the pillows of his bed. Once settled, he hums as he gathers you close, a sound that reverberates inside you in the most pleasant way. He picks up the pencil you dropped and holds it out to you, wiggling it until you take it from him with an indulgent roll of your eyes.

“Tell me what you have so far. I’m all ears, yeah?”

Tucked against him isn’t the most comfortable way to sit if you’re trying to read but you accept it if it means you can be close to him like this, his warmth a balm to your fraying nerves. 

“Don’t laugh.”

Both brows shoot up, his expression the innocence of angels.

“Never, cara mia.”

Mm hm. Using your pencil, you tap the bullet points you’ve made with ideas.

“This is the story of Captain Lumiere, a fierce pirate who sails the seven seas in search of treasure.”

Leonardo grins slowly, stretching out his bare foot to tap the ball of black fur on the very far corner of the bed.

“Do you hear that, Lumi? You’re a pirate.”

Lumiere lifts his head for a moment, yellow eyes blinking sleepily, decides he isn’t interested in the slightest in whatever nonsense you two are up to and curls himself back into an even tighter ball, whiskers disappearing as he tucks his head away.

“Monello”, murmurs Leonardo, lips curved upwards. Brat. He turns his attention back to you, raising one long finger to run over the page as he reads your notes.

“Hmm…so Captain Lumiere decides to go after the treasure of La Sirena, a sea witch with a legendary treasure chest of gold and jewels.”

You nod, shifting on the bed. “On his way to find the treasure, he fights an evil sea monster, a giant squid with long, sticky tentacles that attacks his ship.”

“What is the monster’s name?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, contemplating. “Arthur?”

He laughs, golden sparks of sunshine raining down on you, covering you in warmth. “Perfetto. Go on.”

“And there is a big storm…..and….then I don’t know.” Again you feel like cotton is smothering the creative part of your mind, absorbing any ideas before they even have a chance to form.

He is quiet a moment, staring up at the ceiling as he thinks. You can almost see the wheels of his mind as they turn, the way the cogs and gears move effortlessly, processing any problem you throw at him. 

“What if….Captain Lumiere, brave soul that he is, survives the storm only to be shipwrecked on an island…..which just so happens to be where La Sirena resides.”

His words dig into the cotton, begin slowly raking it away. You feel the smallest sparks of an idea starting to form.

“Oh! He could have an actual confrontation with her! A fight for her treasure.”

Leonardo’s hand travels absently down your shoulder to the ends of your hair where he slowly curls the ends around one finger. “Why fight? Lumiere is a lover.”

You glance at the black furball on the end of the bed who is ignoring the both of you like a champion.

“A lover.” You glance at Leonardo, skepticism showing itself in the arch of your brow.

“Yeah,” he says with a lazy grin. “Write that down.” He sounds excited and it is infectious. You give into it and to him with a shake of your head and a smile. Bubbles of creativity rise inside of you like prosecco, sparking excitement as you begin adding notes to the pages.

“He could fall in love with La Sirena!”

“Abelina.”

You turn your head. “What?”

Deadly serious, he nods. “Yeah, La Sirena’s name is Abelina.” He pokes at your notebook. “C’mon. Write that down too.”

Comte will be thrilled, you think with a grin as you add the note. Together, you and Leonardo work out the epic saga of Captain Lumiere, his quest for treasure, his battle with the tentacled Arthur, his passionate love for Abelina and their eventual settlement on the island where they decide to gift the treasure to the next brave soul that finds them because, as it turns out, they don’t need it. Lumiere and Abelina have found love, and that is the greatest treasure of all.

Some time later, when time is measured by yawns and sleepy smiles, you close the notebook and lay it on the nightstand as Leonardo snuffs out all the candles in the room except one. You hear the rustle of his clothing as it falls to the ground. Your love sleeps in the nude, a fact you’ll never lament. You pull back the covers for him as he slides into bed next you and roll into the waiting circle of his arms, relishing the feel of his long body against yours.

“Thank you for helping me tonight.” You speak softly now in the intimate darkness of night. 

He turns his head, his lips touching your forehead in a gentle kiss. 

“Certo, tesoro mio.” His voice is the soft night breeze over fields of sleeping lavender. “Now rest, my beautiful scribe. I’ll keep you safe from storms and sirens.”

“You better or else I’ll send the ferocious Captain after you.” 

The sound of the ferocious Captain purring fiercely in his slumber reaches both of you at the same time, and the last sound you hear as you snuggle close to the man you love is his velveteen laughter sending you off to dream.

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A/N: Since I was not able to complete all the fic requests for the Fall Fluff Autumn Angst Content Creation Challenge, I thought I could still do the ones I had left as headcanons 🌟

I did them for Ikepri here, now its time for vamp!

Napoleon, Mozart, Leonardo x reader

Word Count: 1853

Ikemen Vampire Fall Fluff Headcanons 🍂

Napoleon - Hot Apple Cider 🍎

It is the middle of the night, an hour when everyone should be warm and snug in their beds, lost in the garden of their dreams. You should also be curled against the warm body of the man you love but said body is….not there. Your stretched out hand searches the bed but finds nothing. You wiggle closer to his side, still feeling around and still all you touch are cool, empty sheets. With a groan, you push yourself up, rubbing sleepily at your eyes. Napoleon is not in bed and you know exactly where he is.

When the kitchen door opens, you are greeted by the heavenly scent of warm apple cider. Allspice and cinnamon drift dreamily up from the pot that the man you love is stirring. He glances at you over his shoulder with a sheepish grin on his handsome face.

“I couldn’t help it, Nunuche. I had to.” The conversation you had in this very kitchen, not six hours ago, replays itself in your mind. He was determined to treat everyone to hot apple cider tomorrow. But as he made it, something……something was missing. And despite your insistence that it was perfect, you knew by the glint in those eyes, bright as peacock feathers, that he didn’t agree. And because he is who he is, wanting to do his absolute best at anything he undertakes, he snuck back to the kitchen to make it just right.

You sigh, the sound warm with equal parts affection and exasperation as you walk over to him, sliding one arm around his waist as you eye the dark orange liquid. “And?”

His smile could illuminate the darkest of nights as he reaches for another, smaller spoon and carefully dips it into the cider. He raises it to his lips, blowing softly until he is certain it won’t be too hot for you to sip and then leans close. You drink the warm cider from the spoon and the expression on your face tells him he was right.

“That….is amazing. Even better than earlier. What did you add?” When he holds up the small bowl with the magic ingredient, you don’t recognize it until you bring it closer to your nose. “Cardamom?” He nods, pleased you recognized it. “Oui. Now it is perfect.”

You slide your arms around his waist, expression soft. “Does this mean you are now coming to bed?” You reach up, running a hand over the soft strands of his hair. Napoleon wraps his arms around you, nodding as he drops a gentle kiss to your lips. “I will clean up here,” he murmurs, his voice soft and alluring, “And then….” He kisses you once more. “Nothing…..” Another kiss, this time one that lingers, full of tantalizing promise, “Absolutely nothing will stand in the way of my joining you.”

Mozart - Hot Apple Cider 🍎

The wet, chill fall weather has struck again, making you late to dinner. You had stepped out of the mansion to run an errand, but just before you left the bookstore, the gray clouds decided it was the perfect time to unleash a cold, lashing rain that would have had you soaked to the skin within minutes of walking through it.

Sebastian meets you at the door, taking your hurried explanation with a head shake and a smile. He helps you out of your coat and then directs you to the dining room where several of the men are gathered, playing cards. 

What greets you is the following scene: Arthur, Theodorus, Napoleon and Dazai playing some card game that moves too fast for you and has them all intently focused. Leonardo is literally asleep in the corner of the room, not bothered by the light or the noise. And there at the end of the table is Mozart, watching the others with a smile on his face, cheeks flushed. When he spots you, he beams. You know that face, that look in his eyes.

“Hallo, meine Liebe! I have missed you so.” He makes this announcement in a very loud, very not-sober Mozart voice and you put a hand on your hip as you saunter over to the card sharks. “Ok who did this?” You gesture to the man you love and the smile still plastered on his face. Arthur shakes his head, blue eyes bright as summer. “I swear, luv, I had nothing to do with it!” Theo looks annoyed you’ve interrupted their game. But Dazai’s golden eyes are bright as coins. Suspiciously so. “Dazai……” And then you notice all the mugs of cider. You glance at Mozart who is indeed drinking the last drops from his and already reaching for the jug with more. 

You quickly go to him, gently taking the mug from his hand, lifting it to your nose before you set it back down on the table. He blinks his beautiful violet eyes at you. “I’m thirsty.” You wrap your arm around his narrow waist, giving him a placating smile. “We can drink something upstairs. Come.” Mozart is not used to alcohol and you know if he keeps drinking, he will be cursing the cider, and Dazai’s generous and likely sneaky addition of bourbon. Together you navigate the steps and hallway until you reach his bedroom.

He humors you, allowing you to help him out of his waistcoat and vest. Your fingers undo the soft cravat at his throat. You’re about to suggest he lay down when his hands come up, catching yours. The spiked cider has melted any sign of his usually icy facade, any cool awkwardness he may still struggle with when he is alone with you. Now his expression is warm, inviting. His pale skin is flush with color, his eyes brilliant amethysts caught in sunlight. “I missed you,” he says simply, honestly. 

Those words are rays of sunshine, warming you as you squeeze his hands in response. “I’m here now.” He smiles earnestly and some part of you thinks it is for the best he doesn’t smile at you like this often. You would never be able to leave his side if he did. “Come,” you say for the second time that night. And this time you fall onto his soft bed together, Mozart’s arms wrapped around you. As his mouth finds yours and you taste the lingering flavor of apple cider on his lips and tongue, a small part of you smiles. You’ll have to tell Napoleon how good it tastes.

…….in the morning.

Leonardo - Cozy Sweater 🧶

Leonardo walks into his own bedroom with no idea what is awaiting him. You’re standing in the middle of the room, half undressed. He blinks, taking in the sight of you in your long skirts and only your thin chemise on top. “If I had known you were waiting…like this…, I would have come much sooner.” 

The expression on your face shrivels all the sensual ideas in his head before they even have a chance to blossom. You look….miserable. “Cara mia,” he says, voice now colored with concern as he reaches you, one warm hand touching the bare skin of your upper arm. “What’s the matter?”

“It’s silly….” but he can see it is anything but. “Tell me,” he says encouragingly, still rubbing your bare skin. You sigh, making a gesture toward the bed where he notices the soft, caramel-colored sweater you love wearing. “I was helping Sebastian trim some of the hedges and…” You walk over, lifting the sweater from the bed and offer it to him. He sees the problem. Along the shoulder, there is an ugly, jagged tear, right along the seam. He can also see that you have tried to mend it yourself, but the material is very tricky. It’s a stretchy, knit fabric. One that made it a very comfortable sweater and unfortunately, very difficult to fix.

You shake your head. “I tried to fix it but pulling or tugging causes it to keep puckering and it also just keeps clumping up where I need it to lay flat and why didn’t I think to change before going outside?” You look crestfallen and it tugs on his heartstrings, awakening the burning need to make you smile again. “Should I go and take a sword to the evil hedge that attacked you? Make it pay for what it has done?”

That gets a laugh. It’s a small one but it still counts. You sigh, turning away from him and open the wardrobe, reaching for a dark red blouse. He comes over, taking over the buttoning for you and then cups your face in his hand. “I’m sorry, tesoro.” You offer him a shrug and a small smile, half as bright as usual. “Thank you. Now I have to get over this and go with Sebastian and do the grocery shopping for this week. I’ll see you later.” You kiss him, a soft thank you on the plane of his cheek, and head out. It seems like such a small thing to be upset about, but it would be a lie if you tried to pretend you weren’t.

A few hours later, you make your way up the stairs toward the bedrooms, feeling better. The food stalls and vendors had helped you forget your torn sweater, distracting you with their vibrant wares and charming stories. You open the door to Leonardo’s bedroom, fully expecting to find him catnapping on the bed. He isn’t there, but what you find stops you in your tracks. Your sweater, your beautiful, soft, cozy sweater is folded neatly on the bed. You make your way over, lifting it up, your motion slow with the weight of shock. Sure enough, the ugly tear in the shoulder has been expertly mended.

“Welcome back.” You turn to find him leaning against the doorframe, his mouth curved in a satisfied grin. You look back down at the sweater. The kind of double stitching he did you’ve only ever seen done by a sewing machine, which certainly does not exist. “How….did you did this?” He offers you a nonchalant shrug. “You know me, cara mia. I sleep and I fix things. It’s what I do.”

You carefully set the sweater down on the desk chair, keeping it off the bed, before you cross the room to where he is standing. The look on your face has him straightening up, reaching back to close the door behind him, his own grin slowly growing. You lean against him, stretching up to lock your hands behind his neck as he slides his hands down over your hips. Oh he likes where this is going.

“So my knight in shining armor lifted a sewing needle instead of a sword and saved the day,” you murmur, your gaze bright and inviting. “How ever can I repay you for your kindness, cavaliere?” The Italian word for ‘knight’ falling from your lips nearly sends him over the edge of reason right then and there. 

“I have a few ideas,” he answers, voice husky with anticipation. And then he has you in his arms, his kiss claiming you as wholly and utterly his.

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Night's Witness

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Leonardo x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 17: Impact Play

Type: NSFW- Minors DNI

Cw: impact play, spanking, fingering, punishment, dirty talk, teasing, orgams, implied overstimulation

WC: 1000+

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"Such a naughty Cara Mia" his voice pulls you from your dreams and you whisper his name. Opening your eyes you look around, taking a moment to get your bearings. Night has fallen, and you are wrapped up in his shirt on the balcony, your skin cool to the touch from the night air. His hand resting on your thighs, the cool air rustling the fabric.

"Leonardo" you whisper, eyes opening long enough to find his golden ones, smiling at the loving look in his eyes.

"What are you doing out here, dressed like that" he scolds, worried about you catching a cold in the chilly breeze.

"I was waiting for you to come home. I guess I fell asleep. Good thing you are here now to warm me up though," you murmur, rubbing the last traces of sleep from your arms. Leonardo goes to move his hand, but your legs snap together, trapping his hand between your thighs, keeping his warmth close to your core.

"Oh?" His eyes widen at your movement and you whine softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Sleep recedes quickly from your mind when you remember why you are out here, and the interactions the two of you had all day. Capturing his second hand stroking your cheek, you press slow kisses to his palm, keeping your eyes on his as you kiss the strong calloused hand. All the teasing the two of you have been engaging in all day has made mass of your core. Desire and pleasure tangled in a ball. Your eyes try to convince him of what your lips can't, though by the smirk on his lips, he knows.

"Do you need something?" He lowers his breath so it teases your neck and ear, watching the goosebumps rise over your Tender flesh. The hand trapped between your legs, squeezes the supple flesh of your thighs as you relax enough that he can slide his hand up.

"Are you wearing anything under my shirt?" His eyes furrow as the wind picks up again, and you tilt your head at him, an innocent look gracing your features.

"Find out yourself" you challenge, enjoying the spark of defiance and pleasure hitting your nerves. His smirk darkens slightly, posture changing. He sits on the sofa next to you, tugging you close to him. You shut your eyes, anticipating a kiss, senses drunk off his smell. Opening your eyes when your lips don't connect, your brows furrow and you watch the amusement in his eyes.

"Leo, please" you press your hand on his chest, trying to close the distance. His hand is slowly caressing your thigh. Unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand, he bares your body and you spread your legs slightly wider, your bare core already glistening with need.

"Out on the balcony in just my shirt, asleep. You should be ashamed. " His words don't mask the lust in his voice, and you can feel his gaze still on your core.

"What are you going to do about it?" Feeling scandalous and bold, you bring your face centimeters from his, letting your breath warm his lips. Dominance flickers through his gaze, a primal lust taking over as he pushes you over his lap.

"I see a naughty Cara Mia needs to be taught a lesson" his voice laden with desire and you brace your hands against the marble of the balcony floor. His hands caress your butt, one hand teases your thighs, the other choosing where to start. You brace yourself for the impact, but Leonardo is patient, watching as your body anticipates it and finally bringing his hand down when you least expect it. The sound seems to echo in the night, and pleasure ripples as you let out a moan.

"Surely this is more scandalous than just being out here minding my own business" you manage, your heart pounding at the ideas of the others hearing.

"Maybe, but at least they know to stay away. They could have wandered out here and seen the display you were putting on. A display for my eyes only" Leonardo brings his hand down again on the other cheek, his fingers brushing along your core, timing his thrust with the next impact. Your walls clamp down on the intrusion, riding the aftermath of the impact on the stimulation his finger provides. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips rock against his legs. He adds a finger next, massaging your skin as he curls his fingers, your legs trembling with pleasure.

Your pleas fill the silence, begging him for more stimulation, your pleasure creating faster with every thrust. He can feel how you clench and pulse around his fingers, the need making a mess of his hand.

His hand comes down again, and his other thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as your moans fill the air. Only his name falls off your tongue, and he complies with your whines, speeding up his thrusts, as the pleasure threatens to wash over you.

"Please,please, please" your coil is building bigger as his hand hits the tender flesh again, feeling your nerves ripple.

"Let go, I have you" he promises, feeling your body sag in response.

Your orgasm washes over you in blinding pleasure, cutting all thoughts as you focus only on him. Your body arches up off his lap as you ride his finger through your orgam, listening to his praise. When his fingers don't still, your hips jerk with overstimulation. His fingers grip your chin, pulling your gaze up to his. Golden eyes pierce through your lust ladder ones.

"This was a punishment Cara Mia, remember? I never said I was done with you yet." The promise has the coil building back up. Your eyes rolling back as the night sky bears witness, Leonardo's skilled fingers don't stop until he is satisfied by the mess he's made of you.

Hello Violet! I’m new to your blog and i fell for your writing style 💜, Can I request some fluff Leonardo (ikevamp)? Anything you want to write, just make it fluffy. Thank you! 🫐

A/N: Here you go! I hope you like it 💜

Leonardo x reader

This is.....sort of meta 😉

Word Count: 1024

You’re sitting on Leonardo’s bed, letter in hand. Night has come to the mansion, bringing with it a sky full of glittering, winter stars and a sliver of bright moon visible through the window. You can feel the cold radiating from the glass, icy fingers that have you tug Leonardo’s warm caramel-colored sweater closer to your body. Of course, it’s far too big but you love it for the times when he isn’t with you. It feels a bit like wrapping yourself in the ghost of his embrace. Now, by candlelight, you read the request a few times, frowning as you try to come up with a scenario that could fulfill it. It’s actually nothing you haven’t done before but how to make it interesting? Different?

Leonardo strolls in, Lumiere tucked under one arm like a sack of grains. He’s muttering in Italian and Lumiere is glaring in Cat. The moment he is set down, he dashes as fast as his paws will take him toward his man cave somewhere amongst the papers and books and scrolls under Leonardo's desk. “Monello,” Leo mutters before turning his golden eyes to you. Ah, just the thing to put him in a better mood.

“Cara mia, should I tell you what the little brat did?” He readies himself to tell the story of Lumiere and a flock of extremely aggressive geese, already thinking over the various ways he could begin but you are glued to your letter and murmur a faint “Uh huh” in his direction.

Hmmm. An Italian brow raises in suspicion. What are you reading?

He moves closer to you. You are thinking something over; he can tell by the way you’re drumming your fingers against your thigh, mirroring the whirring cogs of your brain. Maybe he can distract you, win your attention with sensuality, he thinks as he slowly removes his jacket, stepping right into your line of sight.

But no matter how slowly the jacket is peeled away from his broad shoulders and muscular arms or how many buttons he opens on his soft white shirt, you do not look up. The situation is dire indeed. He lowers himself behind you on the bed, admitting defeat as he rests his chin on your shoulder, peering at the paper that has you so entranced.

“What is this? It must be riveting if you can ignore the sight of me removing clothing.”

Sighing, you reach back with one hand and ruffle his soft ombre hair, inhaling his familiar scent of smoke and parchment. “You know Stumbler, the literary magazine I sometimes contribute to.” He nods, chin still resting on your shoulder, on the soft wool of his own sweater. One arm winds its way around your waist, holding you against him, his larger body at your back casting a spell of comfort and protection.

“Well they sometimes dole out requests to the contributors and I’ve been given one that wants a sweet, romantic story.”

He grins slowly, sneaky fingers climbing their way over the woven fabric of his sweater, sliding it off of your shoulder. For good measure he also pulls down the wide strap of your nightgown, leaving your shoulder bare. He nuzzles the skin he has just exposed.

It appears he has a new tactic to capture your attention.

“You know how to write those, yeah? You’ve done it many times before.”

His breath tickles your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms.

“Yes but they are asking for a character who I have written a lot of romantic stories for. The question is,” you pause as your brain momentarily forgets what it is trying to communicate. He’s pressing feather-soft kisses along your bare shoulder, moving toward the sensitive slope of your neck. “The question is,” you repeat, your voice dropping as a shiver runs through you, “what can I do that would be new and interesting?”

“Mmmm,” he practically purrs, his arm tightening around your middle, holding you to him as his mouth reaches the line of your neck. “What about…slow dancing?” He nips at your skin and you gasp, aware of how fast your heart has started pounding, how warm you’re beginning to feel.

“Done that,” you murmur, your head tipping to the side, allowing him more access.

“Cuddling in bed,” he says before leaving a trail of languid, heated kisses along the elegant line of your neck, all the way up to your ear.

“Also done.” The words are more breathy air than anything but you’re amazed you even manage that.

The sweater has somehow been removed and curled up on the floor next to the bed. It doesn’t matter really, since you are warm, heat rippling through your veins at an alarming rate. He traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, the hand holding you against him tightening its grasp.

“Maybe, cara mia, you need some inspiration, yeah? Maybe…” he draws out the word as his teeth catch your earlobe. “…I can help.”

There is only so much brain power left in you before pure lust takes over. A shudder rolls through you. He already has you shaking and he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

“Leonardo.” Why does his name sound more like a moan than a word? You grasp at the last remaining strings of logic dangling in your mind. “It’s supposed to be romantic….not….salacious….”

“Well…,” he whispers, his rich voice soft, inviting. One hand slides across your abdomen and then upward to the buttons of your nightgown, the ones that stand no chance against his nimble fingers. “Cara mia…..” His other hand captures your face, turning it so that he can lower his mouth until it hovers just over yours. “Why not…..” His lips brush strokes of fire against yours. “….both?”

He kisses you intently, stopping you from answering as he claims the full attention of your mouth.

Your last coherent thought is: Both? Both is good. Yes, both is very, very good.

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"Aere Perennius" 🌟

A/N: I have long admired @ana-thedaydreamer and her beautiful artwork. I am so excited to finally be able to share what we have been working on together! Ana, you are a talent beyond measure and I was overjoyed at the chance to collaborate with you, especially on something honoring our favorite vamp 💜Thank you for your hard work, your time, and your support.

"Aere Perennius" is Latin for, "More lasting than bronze"

Leonardo - Holiday Fluff

Word Count: 1221

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There are many things to love about the holiday season, but one tradition that never fails to brighten my spirit like a string of fairy lights in the dark are the Christmas markets. The booths are a feast for the eyes, endless degrees of craftsmanship on display in the form of bright, homemade candles, intricate wooden toys and puzzles, beautiful stained glass decorations, knitted wonders of all shapes and sizes. The smell of mulled wine and hot chocolate mixes with the scent of candied almonds, roasted meat, and gingerbread. Even the crowds are a part of it, the voices calling for small children to stay close, the greetings called across people’s heads to one another, the couples cuddling close together, warm and snug under the twinkling lights.

This is where I am right now, tucked up against Leonardo’s side as I observe the crowds from a cozy corner of the market, right next to the stand that claims it has the best mulled wine in all of Paris (with a recipe straight from Germany, I note with a wry grin). One long arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me close. The other lifts his mug of wine to his lips as he people-watches with me. The woman who runs the stand watches us both, bright-eyed, offering to refill our mugs the moment they are empty. Starting right from the first empty mug, she was so insistent with her benevolent pouring, I decided to keep holding mine close as if there were still something inside but Leonardo….he has been taking her up on her offers, tossing coins whose number grows more and more generous with every refill. 

He’s nearly got a handful of them now when I realize I've been so lost in watching the bustle of the market that I haven’t been keeping track of how long we've been standing there. And how many refills he’s had. It’s too hard to see his face clearly in the shadowy corner we're standing in but there is a laxness to his body, a looseness in his stance that catches my attention. 

Perhaps it's time to get a move on.

“It’s getting late,” I say as I gently extract the empty mug from his hand and set it down on the wooden counter. 

He looks somewhat startled at having to say goodbye what feels to him like so soon but I tug on his arm, leading him away. “Thank you Madame, it was delicious!” he calls back towards the stand. The woman behind the counter looks as sad as he does, waving goodbye despondently, sad little Christmas dishrag in her hand. I steer him through the crowd, toward the end of the market. He is hailed by so many people who know and admire him: the watchmaker lifts a mug of beer in salutation, the music teacher calls his name with a vibrant “Yoo hoo!”, the bookstore owner nods respectfully. He is such a part of the fabric of this community, the brilliant golden thread that runs through it, brightening everything.

The lights and sounds and smells of the market give way to a dark winter sky littered with bright stars and the cool calm of night time. Arm in arm, we walk. His strides are slower than usual, his eyes bright, cheeks tinged pink with wine. We take a turn, strolling down one of the main streets with displays in the windows. When we reach the toy store, he suddenly stops.

“Cara mia….wait a moment…” He stands in front of the window where tiny lights illuminate the various toys: a shiny train set with a big black engine, the porcelain dolls with their curls and big round eyes, tin soldiers marching in a row. But what has his attention is the model hot air balloon hanging from a string, floating above the other toys. He raises one hand, pressing it against the cool glass. “Stupendo,” he sighs, almost longingly. I smile softly as I place a gloved hand on his lower back. It is well-documented how fascinated Leonardo Da Vinci has always been with the idea of man and flight. Notebooks full of his theoretical drawings of various contraptions and machines can be found in museums all over the world.

“It happens, you know. America, 1903. They invent a flying machine that becomes the basis for air travel.” My voice is as soft as the glow of the lights through the window, my eyes on his face as he stares at the toy balloon. 

He doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls his far-away gaze from the shop window and turns his full attention to me. 

A lock of hair falls across his forehead, his cheeks are still tinged pink. He looks young, boyish. Almost vulnerable. The mask of the cool, eternal vampire sloughed off with every sip and now all I see in the warm light is a man whose expression is filled to the brim with tenderness. He reaches out, his soft leather glove brushing the skin of my cheek.

“Who needs to dream of the sky,” he murmurs in a voice as soft as the silver starlight overhead, “when I can look at you and see the face of heaven?”

It seems the wine, the starlight, the remembrance of dreams has brought out the poet in the man I love. His words fill my heart, lifting it like heat does a hot air balloon. Now my cheeks are flushed and it has nothing to do with any drink. 

I drop my gaze, a sudden shyness overwhelming me until he catches my chin between his fingers, tilting my face back up. I thought the lights in the window or the stars in the sky were luminous. They pale in comparison to the radiance of his golden eyes.

“C’mere,” he whispers, his free arm pulling me toward him, holding my chin as he lowers his mouth to mine. I can taste the echoing flavors of the mulled wine, the cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves as well as the faintest whisper of smoke from his cigarillos. Here in his arms, there is only the present. His dreams in the past, the uncertainty of the future fade with every movement of his lips, every sigh, every touch. If I have learned anything from loving this man, it is the need to live in the right here, right now. Even this moment, an embrace under a dazzling winter sky on an empty Parisian street will end. And somewhere in the future, there will be airplanes. And rockets. And the eternal vampire will experience it all. 

Without me.

But I believe it is moments like this one, as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and return his kiss with all the love in the world, that will capture a hallowed place in his eternity and light his heart when shadows dare creep near.

The kiss comes to an end, yet he does not move away. Maybe he’s dizzy with wine and needs to be still for a moment. Maybe he does not want to lose the closeness we share. Either way, he doesn’t step back but instead presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed.

“I love you.”

I breathe out, a hand stroking the back of his neck. 

“I love you too, Leonardo. Always.”

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Headcanons: a kiss in each season with 4 different princes!

A/N: So after talking a bit to the lovely @bellerose-arcana I added 4 vamp suitors too!

Word Count: 872

Spring: Clavis / Mozart

Clavis kisses you with all the vibrancy of spring. You feel alive like a riotous blossom proclaiming its return from a long season of sleep. Wild and full of abandonment, you throw your arms around him the way Mother Nature haphazardly throws color back into the world. Every shade of green from pale jade to deep forest colors your heart. Petals practically vibrating with the force of their colors, the pinks and reds and blues and yellows, bloom within its chambers. It is the season of rebirth, of hope, of emergence. This is what you feel when you kiss him. A fountain of love that springs between your hearts, whose refreshing taste is on your lips every time you kiss.

Kissing Mozart feels like the thaw of winter as it slowly melts away, giving up its hold on the world so that spring can be born. You are Persephone, rising from the Underworld to breathe life into his wintery form. Your fingers run through pale, snowy hair, curl into its softness. Cool amethyst eyes slowly warm, ignited by the feel of you pressed against him. Color stains his cheeks like sunlight breaking through the gloom. His embrace shifts, muscles going lax, his body warming under your touch, softening and opening like a bud reaching for the sun.

Summer: Keith / Leonardo

Keith is like a summer’s day that sneaks up on you with its intensity. He wraps his strong arms around you and you are warm and safe and the world is bright. His embrace is the brilliant blue sky wrapping itself around you. It feels expansive yet welcoming. You could lose yourself in it and be happy forever. And then he kisses you, pure and joyful, and you taste sunshine on your lips. He is the brightness of red strawberries and the sweetness of peaches. You tighten your arms around him, wanting more. As you linger in his embrace, as you chase the taste of him, heat builds inside you, waves of it slowly rolling through your veins. This is no longer a soft summer morning, but midday in all of its sweltering glory.

Summer has its halcyon days that seem to stretch on forever, where the sun lounges in the sky like a lion on the Savannah, sprawling across the day it knows it owns. Leonardo pulls you to him, almost lazily. Definitely possessively. As the sun greedily clutches the sky, he holds you against his body, his kiss a paradox: slow and heated, unhurried, the languor of the day conveyed through lips and tongue....yet these slow, decadent kisses spark a thundering through your veins, loud and wild as a sudden summer storm.

Autumn: Leon/ Comte

Leon cups your face in his strong hands, his eyes as gold as the turning leaves, bright as a brilliant autumn sun when he looks at you, the anticipation of your kiss akin to the trees bracing themselves, whispering of the coming winter. But there is nothing cold about the feel of his mouth on yours. His lips move over yours, soft as cashmere, sweet as apple cider. His fingers trace the curve of your jaw. You melt against him, your heart soaring like a kite on the wind, a tail of soft, glowing sparks trailing across your skin. 

Comte’s touch is gentle, sure and velvet with desire. His lips brush the lightest of kisses across your collarbone, a cool autumn mist rolling across trembling fields of gold. You plunge your fingers into the silk of his hair, baring your neck to his wandering mouth. The long line of your throat echoes the wolf, head thrown back to howl its love for the beauty of a harvest moon. And when Comte raises his head, his eyes amber on fire, lupine in ferocity, you know his restraint has been pushed to its limit....and desire, with all the force of an October storm, is about to break free.

Winter: Gilbert / Vlad

Kissing Gilbert is wrapping your arms around the chilled air, pressing your lips to the smooth, slate gray clouds and tasting the sweet shock of cold on your tongue right before it melts. His fingers trace a frosted filigree against the nape of your neck, an invisible tattoo marking you as his. Teeth, white as snow, are winter’s bite when they nip your sensitive, flushed skin. The sting leaves you red, red with the evidence of his desire, red with a bonfire growing within. His hunger consumes you, a blizzard of craving and voracity that you willingly yield to, that you blissfully allow to swallow you whole.

Vlad holds you in his arms, the soft black satin of a winter sky embracing its precious diamond stars. His beauty is the softness of snow as it floats down to earth. And just as snow covers all in a blanket of glistening white, so does he enfold his beloved in his arms, wrapping you in an embrace as soft and tender as the light in his rose-red eyes. He lowers his head, his lips brushing yours. You feel beautiful, treasured, as if the white winter moon has chosen to bathe you in its soft, argent light. You wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes, knowing he will always be your way through the darkness, your warmth in the cold. 

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Leonardo request: he and mc break up (he breaks up with her so she will go back to her time and she does), and now it is her time and she runs into him after she has been back in her time for a while and he has lived through the years until he has finally caught up with her

if it is a happy reunion or painful because she is with someone, I leave up to you!

A/N: Here you go, lovely Bellerose. Thank you for your request!

Leonardo x female Reader

I had to pick a hair color for the reader in this, which I usually don't, so I apologize if that bothers anyone.

Word Count: 3157

You would think there is nothing that can rival the beauty of a moonlit lake, a sky littered with silvery stars, the soft whisper of grass as it's ruffled by a gentle wind. But the enchanting scene surrounding you is nothing compared to the glow of Leonardo’s golden eyes, the softness in his smile, the feel of his hands as they hold yours. His gaze lights a warmth inside you that spreads slowly like honey, sweet and delicious. He leans down and you rise to meet him, lips already parted in anticipation. 

It is not what you imagined. 

It is so much more. 

He tastes vaguely smoky, evoking the comfort of a fire on a cold night. And sweet, but not excessively so. More like chocolate and hazelnuts, rich and earthy and absolutely decadent. As he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to the shelter of his body, you find another word to describe what kissing him feels like: home.

Leonardo extends his hand, helping you up into the carriage. The door closes and soon you are rolling over the uneven cobblestone streets, away from the concert hall. He’s tucked you under the protection of his arm, unable to resist the urge to hold you close. Even at night, when you are curled up in his bed, he needs to touch you. Maybe it’s only his ankle over yours or his hand on your back, but you are his lifeline to finding joy in the endless, weary march of time and he wants every single moment possible to be filled with you. 

Your sigh pulls him out of his reverie and he turns to look at you. Your sparkling diamond earrings swing gently with the swaying of the carriage as you look out the window and at the darkened city that rolls by outside of it. 

“Cara mia? Is everything ok?”

It takes you a moment to tear your gaze away from the glass, shaking your head as if clearing away cobwebs. 

“I’m fine. It’s just….” You trail off and he frowns slightly, nudging you with his lips to your temple.

“It’s just?”

He feels the way you sigh again, with your whole body, a wave passing from you to him. Whatever you’re feeling weighs on you heavily.

“The song Mozart played. ‘Sonata facile.’ My mother taught me to play that on the piano. And she knew it because her mother taught her. And I just always thought….” You lift your shoulder in a small shrug, glancing at the darkness through the window again. “I just thought I would teach it to my children someday.”

His heart feels like it's been dropped with sudden speed into a frozen lake, splintering as it crashes through the ice. Grateful you’re not facing him, he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking, his tone deceptively casual. “Children were a part of the plan then, yeah?”

Your earrings swing, glittering even as you speak in a quiet voice, hushed like dusk as it settles across the sky. “I was an only child with parents that were often away on business. That could be….lonely, sometimes. So I promised myself that I would have lots of children so there would always be noise in the house. And so they would always have someone to play with.” 

It is impossible for him to miss the flash of sadness that crosses your features, subtle like lightning too distant to be bright but unmistakable nonetheless. Long fingers of cold wrap themselves around his heart. What you have dreamed of for yourself is something he cannot give you. Something he will never be able to give you.

Even as you sigh again, nestling closer to him, resting your sweet cheek against his shoulder, he can’t shake it. 

And spends the rest of the carriage ride avoiding the sight of the darkness outside the window. 

The dishrag hits the marble counter with a satisfying whack. Untying your apron, you bid Sebastian a good night as you make your way out of the kitchen, your steps hurried as you make your way towards Leonardo’s room. Worry had been gnawing at you ever since you returned home from the concert last night. 

He had been unusually quiet, almost distracted in a way you were not familiar with from him. You asked him to unhook your gown and there was no provocative curve of his lips, no low sensuous murmuring. He had simply undone your gown and then proceeded to undress himself, the motions perfunctory, almost careless. It was only when you had joined him in bed after removing your jewelry and unpinning your hair, when you had slid your arms around him and pulled him to you, stretching yourself under him like a cat in its favorite patch of sunshine, that he returned to you, lowering his head to claim your lips, his hands coming to life as they slid their way over the curve of your hips, across the span of your ribcage before finally sliding up into the expanse of your soft auburn hair.

And even then, when he made love to you, it had felt….different. He was slow, exploring the entire expanse of your body, deliberately lingering, as if committing every part of it to memory. True, you had only been intimate a handful of times, but the times before this were electric, your body feeling like it might overload and burst like lightning, illuminating the whole mansion with the force of your radiance. But last night you were embers, glowing with the warmth of his slow, tender attention. And when it was over, you lay with your cheek against his heart, its steady rhythm lulling you to sleep.

He’s not in his room. Or the library. Or the dining room. Or the salon. You pause at the bottom of the staircase, wondering if you should go knocking on the doors of some of the other residents when Arthur approaches, a cup of coffee in one hand and a piece of dark fudge in the other.

“Hello luv. A bit late to be wandering ‘bout the place all alone. I’d offer you my company but….” His blue eyes are alight with mischief. “I’m afraid ol’ Leo might not be pleased with it.”

“Do you happen to know where he is? I’ve been looking everywhere for him.”

Arthur pauses, already a few steps up and gestures with the fudge to the top of the stairs. “Last I saw him he was visiting Comte.”

You thank him, pass him on the stairs and hurry towards the sitting room Comte uses on this floor. Your knocking gets no answer so you boldly enter. It’s empty. Disappointment shadows your heart and you are about to leave when you notice the door to the small balcony is open. 

He’s there, alone, forearms resting on the smooth stone of the balcony railing, a lit cigarillo between his fingers. The balcony faces the mansion’s gardens and he’s staring intently out into the dark as if he might be able to find some answers there.

“Leo?”

He turns, startled and then breathes out when he sees it’s you. “Cara mia.”

Frowning, you make your way to his side. “Is everything ok?”

He is silent, wrestling with a decision he needs to make. You wait, letting him battle it out internally, watching the thin plume of smoke from his cigarillo as it rises, twisting and turning as if anxious and unsettled.

“The door to your time will be opening again in two days. Maybe…..you should use it.”

His words are so unexpected you wonder for a moment if you understood them.

“What……why would you say that?” 

You can hear the tremor in your voice, the aftershock of his suggestion jolting you.

His jaw clenches, his gaze still searching the dark and silent gardens.

“Maybe you would be happier there. Could live the life you always dreamed for yourself. See your family again. Your hometown. There are a thousand reasons.”

You reach out, placing a firm hand on his arm. “And one very big, very stubborn one right here.” His breath shudders from his body as you pull, forcing him to turn towards you. “I made a commitment to you, Leonardo. We discussed this. I’m staying.”

He tosses his cigarillo over the railing, its small glow swallowed by the night. When he finally meets your gaze, the conflict in his beautiful eyes makes your heart ache. “Cara mia…..I cannot give you a family. I cannot promise you safety. I-”

Your hands reach up to cup his face, your grip determined. This is no time for gentleness. He needs to understand. You speak slowly, each word carefully weighed and measured.

“I want to stay with the wonderful, funny, intelligent, kind man that I have fallen in love with. For as long as I can. And there is nothing that can change my mind.”

He holds your gaze as you hold your breath, waiting. Finally he nods and you echo his gesture, nodding back in response. “Ok….” you whisper. “We’re ok.” You step into the circle of his arms, burying your face in the soft, rich fabric of his clothing. 

He holds you close, but his eyes remain open, once again returning to the impenetrable darkness of the gardens.

The next day he’s gone again but you try to keep yourself busy and ignore the uneasy feeling that keeps scratching at your heart. The sun sinks to its rest and the moon rises, cold and pale among its nest of stars, and still there is no Leonardo. No other residents have seen him and worry flashes in Comte’s golden eyes when you ask if he knows where Leo has been all day.

Your thoughts are heavy, each one hammering a different worry in your mind as you make your way up the stairs and to his room. He’s bound to come back from wherever he is and then you’ll be waiting.

It’s far into early morning when Leonardo returns, pushing his way through his bedroom door and stumbling inside. You sit up in bed instantly, sleep having only caressed you and never quite fully taken over.

“Where have you been?” You can’t keep the frustration out of your voice or block the sound of your thrashing heart in your ears. “I’ve been worried!”

His movements are slow, radiating something unusual. Something that slowly begins twisting your stomach into an uncomfortable knot. 

“A man can go out, yeah? Without a thousand questions.”

His voice is thick, perhaps with drink, perhaps with something else. Either way it sends a cold shudder through you as you slide out of bed.

“Leonardo…..what’s going on? This isn’t like you.”

He turns, his eyes liquid amber, unnaturally bright in the soft orange light of the lamp you left burning low.

“Then maybe you don’t know me as well as you think. Maybe I’m not the warm, intelligent, kind man you have fooled yourself into believing I am.”

Hearing your own words thrown back at you like daggers nearly sends you staggering back to the bed. A hand reflexively rises to cover your heart as if you had really been pierced by some wicked blade.

“That’s not possible. I know you. I know who you are and–”

He growls, closing the distance between you quicker than you can draw a breath. He does not lay a hand on you, instead pinning you in place with the force of his heated glare.

“I am a pureblood.” His voice is low, the words dragging over your heart like plow teeth across the earth. “I am eternal. You are a minute, yeah? A second in an endless succession of days and nights. A blink of an eye.” Your lips part but before you can even see if you are capable of sound, he continues. “I am dangerous.”

“You would never hurt me.” The words slip out, small and unsteady, but born of the conviction that still lives in your aching heart.

His eyes close a moment, freeing you from the pain of his excruciating glare. And then with a snap of his head, his fangs protract and he growls, the sound more primal than anything you’ve ever heard from him. A primordial fear skitters down your spine, sends goosebumps across your skin. He’s changed the framework from lovers, to something much more sinister: predator and prey.

“Get out.” 

You don’t know if you sob or if you simply turn and run. The way back to your own room is a blur of shadows. It is only when you have closed your door, have turned the key in its lock, that your legs turn to water and you sink to the carpet, your breath coming in uneven, painful gasps.

He has never threatened you before. You never thought he would.

Now the only sound you hear is the cracking of your heart as it splinters into a thousand tiny pieces.

The next day, when the door to your world opens, you walk through it.

He is not there to say goodbye.

Epilogue:  21st century London

The vintage bookstore is a popular one. Some people are milling about the coffee bar, deciding how they want their caffeine intake today. A handful of children are sitting on large, oversized bean bags, excitedly flipping through colorful books. There is a low buzz of people’s talking, an undercurrent of appreciation for stories and writing and reading that he is happy to be around. He is somewhere between the New Releases and Staff Favourites bookshelves, thumbing his way through a copy of “Love in the Time of Cholera”, when the small bell above the bookstore chimes, announcing another patron exiting or entering. He still doesn’t know what exactly caused him to lift his gaze from the page. Perhaps the hand of Fate caught his chin and pulled. 

He is not prepared for the sight of you. He has not seen you in over one hundred and thirty years. But now, as if by magic, there you are. For the first time in a century his heart leaps with emotion, hurriedly and haphazardly clearing away the cobwebs of loneliness that had settled there, delicate yet incessant. He steps behind the bookshelf, forcing his eyes closed. They want nothing more than to drink in the sight of you, an oasis in the desert of desolation he himself had created when he pushed you away that nightmarish evening.

The one where he had made the decision that he would not destroy your dreams by selfishly keeping you all for himself, robbing you of the chance to build the life you imagined for yourself.

So he did what he deemed necessary to make you leave.

You had stepped through the door that led back, your heart broken. And he had been the one swinging the hammer.

Time is a merciless teacher. Its harshest lessons were taught in the black heart of night, that gaping pit of time when no one could hear the rattling sound of his remorse, the anguished cries of regret. It was then, before the relief of morning’s pale light, that he understood what he had done. While he had, at the time, seen his intentions as noble, all he had truly accomplished was to destroy the chance at happiness you had been so freely and adamantly offering him. 

He breathes out slowly.

He has been given a chance. A gift. He must not squander it.

His golden eyes open and he peers around the bookshelf. You look the way he remembers. A bit older, maybe, but it's the same face that has visited his dreams countless times, the one he has kissed every angle of and traced with devout fingertips. 

The cold of a London winter has left your cheeks tinged pink, your hair dotted with tiny snowflakes that are slowly melting, glistening even in the book store’s artificial light. You look enchanting, like a fairy tale character from one of the children’s books on display. 

A knot has formed in his throat and he swallows against it, trying to ignore the twisting of his stomach and the roaring of his heartbeat. Leonardo da Vinci, for the first time in centuries, is nervous.

He’s about to step forward, to say the name that hasn’t crossed his lips in ages except for anguished whispers in his sleep, when something brushes past him, lightly bumping into his leg, and then haphazardly carrying on, barreling forward towards its destination.

“Mummy!!”

You turn and your face is alight, as bright and warm as summer. Dropping down, you open your arms and catch the cannonball of a little girl, pulling her close to you.

A man with a sleeping baby strapped to his chest brushes past Leonardo, offering a polite “Pardon me” before he stops in front of you, his shoulders dropping in relief.

“I’m sorry, darling. She saw you and took off like a shot.” He sounds slightly exasperated as he approaches you and his wayward daughter who has now thrown her small arms around your neck.

She has your soft auburn hair and bright, intelligent eyes. 

Leonardo’s heart is quietly crumbling in his chest.

You stand, lifting the little girl up along with you, much to her delight. “Did you find a book for the plane ride, Cara?”

This is what he wanted for you. So why does it hurt so much?

She nods, brushing her hair away from her face enthusiastically. “Yes!” She turns. “Show her, Daddy.” Your husband smiles, his warm golden-brown eyes softening at the sight of you two. One hand absently pats the soft baby carrier and its sleeping passenger while the other holds out the book. Your daughter reaches over, taking it.

Your husband looks a bit like him. Same brown hair, same golden eyes. Leo’s heart continues to break.

“Oh, a children’s guide to the most famous paintings in the world. What a good choice.” You slowly set her down and she reaches for your hand. 

“It has all the best ones in it, Mummy. Including your very favorite, the Mona Lisa!”

There is now nothing but dust.

You smile, running a hand over her hair. “I can’t wait to look at it with you.” 

As you wait in line to pay for the book, the small bell above the bookstore chimes, announcing another patron exiting or entering. You don’t know why you glance up toward the door. There’s nothing to see except the receding figure of a man in a long brown duster as he crosses the street, arm raised to hail a taxi.

Your gaze lingers, inexplicably drawn to him, until your daughter tugs on your hand. 

“Mummy?”

Jolted back to the present, you shake your head to clear the strange, momentary fog, offering the woman at the register an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry. How much for the book?”

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May I Have This Dance? -Leonardo x GN!reader

Pairing: Leonardo x GN!Reader 

Rating: Fluff

WC: 326

An: Just a cute little drabble to get me back in the rhythm of writing. The idea of dancing with Leonardo has been floating in my drafts for forever. I hope you enjoy! 

Tagging: @toloveawarlord , @thewitchofbooks , @queen-dahlia , @kissmetwicekissmedeadly , @aquagirl1978, @ikesimp100 , @sarahann-1984 , @kpop-and-otome , @citizensofcradle , @littlewitty , @curious-skybunny , @lordsisterxotome , @queengiuliettafirstlady ,@namine-somebodies-nobody , @jihanel , @violettduchess , @leotoru , @vampiricpancake , @kkkramba

The sweet smell of hot chocolate fills the kitchen as the clock strikes midnight. Humming a tune as you clean up the kitchen, you can’t help but sway to the melody. Your heart is still light from the date earlier in the day. As you spin in the moonlight, arms wrap around you and you become face to face with your love. 

“There you are Cara Mia” His voice whispers in your ear and you shiver. Pressing a kiss to your cheek he releases you only to bow. 

“May I have this dance” He holds out his hand and a melody fills the kitchen from another room. Letting out a soft giggle you can’t help but take his hand, as he sweeps you into a dance. The whole kitchen becomes your ballroom as he twirls you, his golden gaze never leaving yours. 

When the melody dies out, his hands never release you, he only pulls you closer and continues his dance.

“Don’t forget your drink” He slows down as he brings you both to the counter where the cups lay. Taking a sip from one, he still keeps one hand wrapped around your waist. Drinking the warm drink only has your mind growing more tired. A armth from the drink mixes with the happiness of being with your love. Finishing your cup, you rest your head against his shoulder, letting out a startled gasp as he lifts you in his arms. He starts to carry you out of the room, interrupting any protests with a kiss. 

“Let’s get you back to bed,I’ll take care of the cups and maybe tomorrow we can finish that story.” He whispers, and your eyes close with a soft sigh.  

“I’ll finish the story, you’ll just use me as a pillow” you correct with a giggle, resting your head against his shoulder. You let the sound of his footsteps lull you to sleep, still cherishing the warmth of your dance.

Everything has its limits

Leonardo da Vinci x reader

This is very graphic, very triggering, very dark and totally personalized, because I want to die (again)

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Two geniuses sat huddled in the mansion's library, inspecting closely the thing that has sparked interest in them lately.

Although they spoke in hushed whispers they didn't hear the urgent footsteps approaching them over their concentrated minds.

They only looked up after the newcomer coughed politely to interrupt their conversation.

"Hello Robin. What brings you here?" questioned Isaac, the younger of the duo. Leonardo, who has been hunched over his friend's back, too, looked up, only to see his beloved's face smile at him.

"Hello Isaac." they greeted the man cheerfully "Would you mind if I borrowed Leo for a bit? I need help with something..."

The physicist gaped at them at first, wrecking his mind about what they could possibly need help with. And it seemed Leonardo had the same idea "Why don't you ask Sebastian?"

His darling's smile faltered for a split second, before regaining their composure "I think you're better suited for this task." they smiled at him again.

How could he say no to that smile?

Soon they found themselves in the mansion's hallways, walking side by side. His beloved's pace seemed urgent, they were walking fast in the direction of their room.

"Does the old Comte need something from me?" Leonardo asked, more to ease the tension he couldn't help but feel than to actually question them. But Robin only laughed in response "Oh no. He has nothing to do with this."

It was quiet for some time, before they entered his darling's room. Slipping behind him to close the door after them, Robin stayed with their back turned to Leonardo.

"Say, Leo...What are you willing to do for me?" they asked in a gravely tone.

Leonardo was surprised by the weight of the question, although the answer seemed simple to him "I'd do anything for you cara mia."

"Everything?"

Leonardo chuckled "Yes, silly cara. Everything in the world."

They whirled around like the wind "Alright." they said. With quick steps, that seemed just a bit shaky, they closed the distance between them. Leaning as close to his face as possible, Robin whispered "Do you trust me?"

"Of course." he replied, confused. "Then close your eyes and don't open them until I say so." they instructed him and Leonardo immediately complied.

He could hear them shuffling around the room and wanted to question them, but their voice beat him to it. "I have a very, very important favour to ask you. And I trust you to keep your word and do it for me." after what sounded like a drawer being closed, Leonardo could hear their footsteps approach him again.

They took his hand and placed something in it. He could feel it was a handle, but of what, he didn't know.

Two small steps forward were taken by them, arms wrapped around his waist, grabbing his coat and a small whisper that nearly wasn't there reached his ears "Open your eyes."

His beloved wasn't smiling anymore, their gaze and expression cold as ice and hard as stone, pure determination shining through. He could tell something wasn't right and to his horror, his worries were confirmed when he lowered his gaze to find out they had placed a dagger from god knows where into his hand, the sharp end pressing lightly into their abdomen, stretching their clothes.

His first urge was to throw the weapon away, but with the way Robin was pressing into him it would do more harm than good. Leonardo couldn't make any rapid movements, else it would cost his darling's life.

But that's what they wanted wasn't it?

"Cara, what is this?" he asked, unable to believe, no, not wanting to believe what they were asking of him.

"You said you would do anything. You said it. So I'm asking you my love. Kill me.

Please."

His heart broke at their words. Their begging for death sounded so desperate, like this was the only thing that could rid them off a heavy burden.

Trying hard to keep his composure, Leonardo whispered "I can't do that."

At first, they were silent. But their mask slowly crumbled, pure pain and desperation and hopelessness shone through as tears started falling down their beautiful face.

"No, no, no, no... You promised, you promised me! You said you would do anything!" They kept repeating, trembling violently all the while.

They gripped his jacket tighter, pressing themselves onto the blade even more. Leonardo, slowly trying to step backwards, tried to reason with them "I can't take your life, cara mia. You can't want that from me."

But they only kept shaking their head "No, no, you don't understand, Leonardo, you HAVE to do it! Please! Please, I'm begging you! I don't want to be anymore, it's too much, please, I need you to help me, before I lose the courage, Please!!! "

Looking deep into his eyes once more, they realized they've made a mistake. How foolish of them. How could they think they'd find the help they wanted here, of all places.

Leonardo watched as all emotions washed away from his cara's eyes, until they became but an empty gaze, falling into the object in his hand.

He should've seen it coming. He could've prevented it.

Quick as lightning, they snatched the dagger from his hand, stepping away from him while he could only watch in horror as they brought it up to their neck, the pointed end digging into the soft flesh on the side.

"Please don't do this, you don't know what you're doing, cara mia."

"I know I don't! But since I've gotta do it myself, I'll just need to wing it, I guess!" they looked at him with fury in their eyes, angry, frustrated tears streaming down their face. "I can't do it anymore, I don't want to do it anymore, let me be selfish for once, please! Let me do what I want to do for once, instead of what a normal person should do! I'm sick of it! I'm so sick of everything! I don't want to be, it's too much!" they screamed.

Leonardo was frozen to the spot, and watched as his darling closed their pretty eyes, ready to leave him forever.

But when a few seconds passed and nothing happened, he took the risk and in few quick strides closed the space between them, slapping the cursed thing out of his cara's hand across the room and enveloping them in his arms and held tight, as they struggled to get away from him, desperate to finish what they started.

They stumbled across the room until Leo's back hid the wall. He slid down and sat on the ground, locking his darling to him, rocking back and forth "Shhhhhshshshshhh... Calm down, it's alright, I've got you." he whispered as tears of his own slowly rolled down his cheeks.

It seemed the fight left his beloved's body and they went limp in his arms. "It's too late... I missed my chance." they whimpered in a voice so broken he decided to not ponder on it as to not break down completely. He needed to be strong for them both now.

"Please cara mia, don't scare me like that. I know nothing I'll say will change your mind, but please, don't leave me."

They didn't respond.

"You hesitated. You saved yourself, my love." he whispered into their hair.

"I was weak." they said almost soundlessly, staring at the dagger in the opposite corner.

"I am grateful for that."

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I... May have a slight problem... I'm so sorry about this, feel free to ignore it, but I would very much appreciate if someone would take this prompt and make it with the rest of the suitors, since I have the strength to do only one now.

Please help.

Listen.

I know I'm greedy as heck, but I just love Ikevamp guys so much. But like... All of them. At once. I even like MC. And I desperately want to love on them so much..

Anyway, do y'all have links to any MC/everyone fics? Need me sum 'o those.

I'm begging you.

Thanx!

Thank you so much! This was perfect! I love those four, so don't worry ^^ You really captured their personalities well, Mozart especially, that was really amazing!

Hi! I've read your headcanons and your writing is soooo good, I can't resist but to request as well. Since every time I hear that confidence is sexy (which it is) I get sad, because with my anxiety confidence is something I experience twice a year XD can I ask for headcanons with any four boys you choose (because I love them all the same) with an s/o who is just really worried of messing up all the time? I don't know how to love and be with soeone properly :') Thank you ^^

ahhhh sweetie thank you so much for the compliments !!!! i’ve struggled with anxiety myself as well, so i understand how it can feel 💖 for this i chose comte, leonardo, mozart, and napoleon ? i hope that’s okay? Xx :) you should also know that your anxiety does not make you any less of a loveable or attractive person, and that you amount to so much more than your worries 💕 i really hope these are okay and your enjoy them wahhh feel free to send me a message or request anytime, love you lots 💙💙💙

✎ desc : headcanons for comte, leonardo, mozart, and napoleon with an s/o who is anxious and gets worried about messing up || this is just fluff/comfort, but tw for anxiety mentions || gn mc

comte :

Comte is excessively, ridiculously, superlatively in love with you - there's not a single thing you could ever do or say that would change his feelings, and there's not a single thing he wouldn't do to make you feel better.

If you ever have a single worry Comte will never hesitate to sweep you off of your feet, carry you to his room, and just sit for hours on end with you wrapped up in his arms; leaning his head against your shoulder to whisper sweet nothings and gentle reassurances into your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck as he punctuates each sentence by pressing a small kiss against your skin.

This man simply adores complimenting you, and has an endless bank of loving words and earnest encouragement that will make you forget you were ever worried about making a mistake in the first place.

You’re his angel, his sweetheart, his treasure, the love of his life — and that means if you’re anxious he’s there to support you, if you do something good he’ll shower you in the highest praise, and if you do happen to make a mistake? He’s there to help you fix it, and if you would like him to he’ll teach you what to do next time.

Comte has got plenty of confidence, and he’s more than happy to share some of it with you.

As a pureblood, he’s seen it all — any mistake you could possibly make wouldn’t really phase him.

He’ll just quietly step in — absolutely never telling you off or saying a single harsh word to you — and he’ll take your hands and show you what do to; rewarding you with a lingering kiss to the forehead afterwards.

Comte is physically incapable of ever thinking a bad or disparaging thing about you, he’s on your side through it all. You give him so much constant joy and happiness — so allow yourself to lean on him a little, he’ll always be there to support you ♡

leonardo :

Leonardo has seen a lot of different things and different types of people throughout his long life, and he has never been the type of person to judge someone or be mean.

He’s always spending so much time helping others with their problems, and he’s exceptionally good at it — you truly couldn’t have anyone better to support you :’)

And when it comes to you in particular? Well, you’re his incredibly precious little tesoro, which means there’s nothing in the whole universe he wouldn’t do to help you or make you feel better.

If on any day Leo feels like you seem particularly anxious or worried about something specific, he’ll encourage you to take a break with him — dragging you to his room, or the nearest available quiet space, he’ll lie down with you; your head cradled against his warm chest as he slowly draws little shapes against your back.

If you concentrate though, you’d notice that Leonardo is not just tracing random shapes, but actually letters instead, tenderly writing his most fervent feelings across your skin. *“Ti amo”, “Sei la mia anima gemella”, “Mi hai cambiato la vita”, “Nei tuoi occhi c’è il cielo”, and many more — continuing long after you’ve fallen asleep.

If you don’t have time to take a full nap however, he’ll just hold you for a little while wherever you are — pulling his coat around your body to bring you closer to him and quietly humming an improvised little tune. After a short moment he’ll let you go again, checking how you feel and offering any help.

Even if you refuse his assistance, however, he’ll still watch from the sidelines — he wouldn’t want to interfere if you truly thought you could handle something, but he hates to ever see you struggle or worry and will step in to be by your side if he feels it’s right to do so ♡

mozart :

Mozart knows very well that he’s not always great with his words, often coming off as overly harsh or cold to most other people.

Therefore, if you seem anxious or are worried about messing up he’ll try comfort you the best way he knows how — his music.

Leading you to the music room, he’ll have you sit right next to him on the piano bench as he begins to play whichever song seems most appropriate for your particular mood.

If you seem mostly anxious and worried, he’ll play something soothing — you’ll hear the soft legato tones of his music wash over you like waves, a low and rumbling ostinato rolling in like a tender mist to ground your tumultuous mind and coax you back to tranquility. The lilting dotted rhythms of the melody nursed you gently, enticing your eyes to close; your worries leaving you in a deep sigh.

If you seem mostly sad or upset however, he’ll play something upbeat and happy instead — his hands dancing across the full tessitura of the piano like lightning, the uptempo metre conjuring your mind to imagine sparks following after his fingers. Syncopated rhythms and an odd metre gave the music a jaunty quality, the impish back and forth imitation between right and left hand like a playful conversation between good friends.

And if you seem tired or angry, he’ll play something strong and powerful — his music drawing you out of your mood, the tempest of your mind transforming into a whirlwind of sound. Harsh dissonances and polyphonic cacophony filled the room, your negative emotions seeming to run from your own mind and flow into his piano, leaving you newly energised and refreshed as the piece tumbled to a close.

You’re seine Liebe, his love, and he’ll constantly be there to cheer you on and give you support when you’re nervous or feel like you’ve messed up.

Mozart knows he’s not the best with words, and he doesn’t always know what to do in every situation, but he’ll translate his love and care for you into countless compositions — always willing to sit down and play for you. After he’s finished the piece, and you’re both feeling calmer, he’ll carefully encourage you to talk to him so you can both work towards a solution to whatever problem together ♡

napoleon :

Napoleon is naturally an extremely charming, charismatic and inspiring man. He has incredibly strong convictions and will always stand up for what he believes in — and there’s nothing, and nobody, that he believes in more than you.

He has a constant desire to protect you, so when he sees you anxious or worried about messing something up for even a second he will immediately jump into action.

With a soft, albeit slightly tense, smile he’ll take your hands and ask vey seriously if you’re okay — dearly hoping you’ll explain to him how you’re feeling and allow him help you, teach you how to do something, or just stand at the sidelines and give you his encouragement.

Napoleon just loves you so so so much, and would do anything to make you feel happy and relaxed like you deserve to be.

No language, or even combination of languages, in existence could possibly have the right words to sufficiently describe just how much happiness, support, joy, stability, and love you’ve given him just by being you. So whatever you want, whatever you need, he wants you to know he’s right there at your disposal. He is your solider. Your protector. Your lover. Your ‘Léon. Forever.

This man will make tons of little jokes and light teases to help you relax, your worries slowly beginning to melt away with the sight of his soft smile and sound of his infections laugh ringing in your ears.

Napoleon will try as hard as he can to make you smile or laugh, even if it’s only a tiny bit. He simply thinks the best way to assuage your worries, and help you feel less anxious about similar situations in the future, is to help you turn all your problems into positive memories.

He just really wants to reinforce the message that you’re safe, that everything can be fixed, that no-one will ever judge or get angry at you and most of all… that he loves you. That he’s never leaving you. That you can both accomplish anything you want by simply working together ♡

*Translations for Leonardo : (i only have an incredibly vague knowledge of Italian so if I made mistakes with any translations please tell me!) :)) <3

Ti amo = i love you

Sei la mia anima gemella = you are my soulmate

Mi hai cambiato la vita = you changed my life

Nei tuoi occhi c’è il cielo = the sky is in your eyes

Thank you! It was good and funny and sweet, don't even worry about that ^^ Just a few days ago I asked my dad to pierce my ear, twice actually. It hurts, more than a shot at a doctor, but it's nothing too bad. Plus it's quick. The only disadvantage I can see is the long healing, because now I can't sleep on my side where the pierced ear is and it's annoying.

Hi! If you're still doing the drabbles, could I please ask for Isaac, Arthur, Vincent, Leo and Will when MC pierces their ear? Like, at home, with a needle or something. Either they catch them in the act or they ask the boiz for help with like a bloody ear with a needle sticking through, you choose XD thank you!

Lmao.  So as someone who doesn’t have piercings, this is going to be interesting.

First off, Vincent has a piercings, how that boi did it I will never know.  Honestly, him and Theo probably pierced their own ears, so if Vincent were to walk in to MC jamming a needle in her ear he’d probably be like “What!  No!  Let me help sweetie” and does it for her.  Pure Innocent Baby Vincent doesn’t seem like he would be like that, but you have to remember about his own piercings. I see Isaac asking a bunch of questions.  “WHY DO YOU WANT TO STAB YOURSELF WITH A NEEDLE” wait until he finds out about a tattoo MC has, lmao.  Isaac already has a towel to clean up the blood because he expects it to go horribly.  Meanwhile MC probably does it with precision and has no issues, and Isaac is still screaming.

Leonardo?  Hmm.  I feel like he’d also help.  But this is how it would go.  MC goes up to Leonardo with this needle and is like “Hey.  I need you to stab this through my ear” and Leonardo is like “K” and puts his book down.  Then during the process he’s like “Wait.  Why am I doing this?” and MC goes “So I can put jewelry in it” and he’s like “ahh okay”  I really can’t see him reacting any other way

Now Arthur.  He’s probably going on about how you shouldn’t do it yourself, saying it isn’t sanitary, and you should go somewhere to get it done.  There’s people that do it and know what they are doing.  He is pacing back and forth while MC is sitting in front of a mirror, and as Arthur is int he middle of rambling she goes “K.  Its done” and Arthur is like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS DONE?? YOU DID IT ALREADY??”

*deep breath* Will.  Well irl Will had a piercing.  Made him look hella gay btw.  Like.  I want to know why he decided to do that.  We already know you’re bi, why you gotta go pierce your ear???  Anyway.  I can’t really see Will offering to help because he has no clue what to do and doesn’t want to hurt you, plus MC seems to know what she’s doing.  And he also doesn’t seem like someone would freak out over it.  He’d be like. “You got your ears pierced?  Here’s some new earrings.” He’d be super chill and be like “yay I can spoil her more”

I hope that’s good????  Idk what its like to need a needle shoved in your ear, or any part of your body.

Thank you so much darling! I was in a bad place when this ask was made and you did wonderfully in replying, thank you so much <3 I am doing much better, I just came back from a mental hospital and this was a nice surprise.

Yay, askbox is open! I hope that means requests too, if not please ignore this and sorry. But could I request another angst? Could I please ask for headcannons for Dazai (and the others could be either Theo, Vincent, Leo, Comte, Will or Arthot, you can choose two, 'cause I can't XD) who find their S/Os suicide note? You can take it wherever you want from there. Thank you so much, love your works <3 Have a grwat day!

Hi @robin-the-enby !! I'm happy to see you in my inbox again, and although this took me embarrassingly long (my procrastination tendencies and school got the better of me :,)), I'm more than happy to provide something that will help with your coping! Despite it all, I hope that you'll get better soon and hang on a while longer. I'm sure this prolonged pandemic has had negative effects on most people's mental health, but remember that we'll get through this in one way or the other! Stay strong and keep fighting, if it gets too much don't hesitate to take a break and go easy on yourself❤

Halfway through I realized I was writing scenarios instead of simple headcanons ,, I was too engrossed in writing to realize it oops 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️ 🧍‍♀️

Finding MC'S suicide note - Ikevamp headcanons (Dazai, Arthur & Leonardo)

(TW; suicide / mentions of self-harm / major character death / blood)

(CW; slight and inaccurate spoilers for Dazai's past)

For those who'd like to avoid specific contents, this is what I wrote for each suitor:

Dazai - MC is unconscious and bleeding, I didn't specify whether they survive or not

Arthur - MC is stopped before they can do anything, survives

Leonardo - MC isn't stopped in time, dies

Dazai

It was as if history was repeating itself. The message, the bloodied sheets and the unconscious body. The only different thing was perhaps.... him. It was a him that had experienced true happiness, a him that had learned forgiveness, a him that knew better than retort to suicide as a way of repentance. And yet... was it not enough? Dazai's mind swirled with the pungent thoughts of his own fate as he ran with your body in his arms. He ran, and ran, and ran, passing by a seemingly endless succession of hallways and wooden doors.

Never before did he wish your room was closer to Arthur's, as he felt your body grow colder and his clothes dampen with blood with each step forward. And yet the stars that were now adorning the night sky's black cape, seemed to be offering their compassion to him, for when Dazai burst into the writer's room he saw him sitting at his desk, completely sober and still functioning in the middle of the night.

Arthur slightly turned in his chair, and as he was about to comment with displeasure how rude it was of the man to come into his room completely unannounced, his mouth was left agape and eyes wide open, wordlessly staring at your limp and seemingly unmoving body as the smell of blood hit his nostrils in mere seconds.

"What in the Heavens happened-?!" Arthur abruptly stood up, leaving his half-finished manuscript forgotten on the table, rushing closer to check your pulse. The two novelists had never liked each other, a difference in life choices maybe, but it surely was not a hate that could surpass even the most perilous of situations, particularly because you were an outsider to their rivalry. As such, Arthur did not hesitate to put to good use all his medical knowledge, carefully rushing through every step to avoid the worst.

Seconds slowly transformed into hours, although Dazai was convinced time had stopped ever since the moment he had found you on your bed, utterly frozen in a state of unconsciousness with a crumpled letter of apologies laying on the bloodied sheets. The only thing that perhaps gave him the slightest hint to time’s passing was the way he could feel the blood on his chest and hands grow drier as the night morphed into the day.

As the first rays of light poked from behind the thick curtain of the doctor’s room, Dazai sat by his bed, right next to you, silent and outwardly calm, although dazed in the raging storm inside his heart.

Perhaps this was what Destiny itself had decided for him. Perhaps it was wrong of him to blame casualty instead of himself. His old, stupid self, who hadn’t learnt a single thing from past mistakes. But as his fellow vampire’s warm hand came to rest on his shoulder, Dazai decided to delay all judgment about his negligence until the Gods determined your fate.

Arthur

Staring at the familiar handwriting, Arthur felt his whole body grow numb, as if someone had thrown him in the darkest depths of the ocean, leaving him to suffocate under the overwhelming weight of the waters above.

He had noticed the worsening of your symptoms, but he had never imagined you'd go to these lengths. He had gravely underestimated your condition, and he could already hear the old ghosts of his past laughing at him, pointing their fingers while mocking him. But now, he had no time to worry about his own lack of foresight; his priority was getting to you in time, so that all could be fixed, hopefully.

Scanning the writing on your tear-stained note, his brain started listing all the possible places where you could've gone with a speed that would leave speechless even Sherlock Holmes himself. The writing was hurried and scrambled, meaning that it was a sudden decision. The city was too far away and bustling with people that could interfere, so it was an unlikely location. As he was running around the mansion in search of you, he passed in front of the terrace on the last floor; there, he saw your clothes swirling in the wind, and your figure standing on the stone railing.

He almost crashed against the glass door as he launched himself forward with extreme speed. You were there, looking down and slightly trembling. You were scared, as it was normal, but if death frightened you so, then what pain would be so strong to push you in its embrace? To drive you away from his warm arms and into the eternal darkness? Was such a painful experience worth the possible relief?

"MC!!!" Arthur shouted out of instinct with his whole lungs, like a volcano erupting in all its fury. A few steps later and you were falling backwards, your back colliding with his chest as he harshly pulled you to him. It all happened so fast that you didn't even have the time to turn your head and look at him. Now that you were on the ground, safely locked in his embrace, everything slowly sank in.

His voice came out choked and trembling. "W-what were you thinking-?!" He was trying so hard to hold everything back; the tears, the sobs, the anger in his voice. He was angry at himself, and you were not the target of his resentment, but he realized that it could be easily misunderstood by someone in your situation. Taking a deep breath and turning you around, he stared deeply into your pained eyes, softening his iron-like grip on your forearms.

His voice now steadier yet gentle with affection and worry added:"Love, I'm sorry for not noticing all of this sooner. I'm sorry for not helping you enough. Still, I want to be of some use to you, I want to be there for you.” A sharp breath interrupted his speech, maybe from him, you or perhaps both of you. “…So please, please rely on me; whenever you feel like you can't do it anymore, whenever you feel like you have enough of life, give me the chance to help you."

Seconds later, you burst into tears, sobbing confused "I'm sorry"s in the crook of his neck. Arthur slowly caressed your hair soothingly, as his heart continued to painfully hammer against his chest. He knew this was not going to be an easy nor a short journey; it was going to take time, and it would be hard, but he wouldn't give up on you no matter what. Through thick and thin, the way you did for him, he was going to support you the whole way.

"I love you more than anything in the world, MC." he added at last, hugging you tightly.

Leonardo

The deafening sound of crickets did not reach the man’s ears. He couldn’t hear anything but the fast pumping of his own blood in his veins. A heartbeat that had never and would never stop; stronger than anyone else’s, but also alone. The sound of his heart was utterly lonely, the only one under the white gazebo, now shrouded in the darkness of the night.

How much he would give not to hear it anymore, to put an end to it right then and there. But he couldn’t. And as Fate loved torturing him endlessly, he was now once more deprived of a person he loved. But this time was different than the countless others before. He thought he had gotten used to the company offered by Death herself, and it had been long ever since tears burned within his eyes, as if made of fire.

Between his arms laid a lifeless body, utterly still and deprived of any warmth. It seemed like mere moments had passed when Leonardo was contentedly caressing your hair as a tired yet relaxed sigh fell from a pair crimson lips, which whispered some loving words before blooming into a smile. Now, they were pale and slightly agape, a cold frown sculpted onto the body’s face. Perhaps he had gotten so used to the passage of time that he did not pay it more mind. Perhaps all his memories took place too long ago, and perhaps things had changed considerably from those happy moments you shared.

Leonardo’s expression subconsciously mimicked your own, one that would remain in his mind for who knows how long, and he did not dare to move away, sitting there with you for the very last moments of his eternally long life. He tried not to think about the way his heart lurched in his chest like a ship at sea during a storm when he found your note. Your handwriting, calm and precise as if it was a decision you had made long ago; where was his mind wandering off to while you were deciding to seal your own fate?

Silently strangling all those whirling thoughts in his head until they died down, leaving him in a deathly silence, he lovingly bid you farewell with a final kiss to your lips.

“Hopefully, we’ll meet in another life.”

“Next time, I won’t let this happen again”

Suffering was human, but he had learnt all too well how contagious pain could be. And yet, he now found himself isolated in his grievance, for you weren’t with him anymore.

SO IM DOING A LITTLE FUNDRAISER TO HELP WITH KIKIS SURGERY BILLS

If you don't know...THIS IS KIKI!!

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!! SHE LOVES BELLY RUBS AND KISSES.

On Sunday she needed some hefty surgery due to bacteria and infections and lost a kidney. She's only 3, possibly has FIV(basically cat HIV).

Surgery and hospital stay came to be $10,000, and I had to pay 95% upfront might as well take all of it at that point

I also lost my job last Thursday, because I expressed my concerns to the district manager and the store manager didn't like that and fired me.

SO BECAUSE SO MANY OF YOU LOVE KIKI AND MY WRITING/BANTERS IM DOING A LITTLE THING!!!

For ikevamp guys only

For $5 I will write bullet point hcs with any guy with any scenario. Can be smut, fluff, angst, I DO IT ALL ＼(°o°)／

For $10 I will do a few paragraph drabble and maybe random banter with any guy with any scenario. Can be smut, fluff, angst OR WHATEVER.

Don't have $5/$10? Even $1 helps. Can't do that? Then please just share. I don't want anyone to feel obligated. Want to donate more but only have one request? ILL TAKE IT.

All of it is going to Kiki. And I'll be keeping all of you updated on Kiki too. I'm sure she will be needing special food, and follow up appointments.

Now what do you gotta do? I have PayPal here and ko-fi here

Leave a message with your URL so I can tag you (or if you want to stay anon and just stalk my blog that's cool) what guy, and what scenario.

Scenario doesn't have to be detail, if you just want smut, say that, or if you want a certain kink. If you want fluff you can just say fluff, or if you want a little coffee shop au.

You guys know how this works I'm sure.

OR GIVE ME $50+ AND I WONT ABUSE ARTHUR FOR A WHOLE DAY

Da Vinki??

I started playing Ikemen Vampire

Technically I had played it before but only vaguely. And apparently I played more then I thought I did as I only remember reading a few parts of the prologue but I played more of it then I thought. I did the registration for logging in and whatnot and found out I had played up to 4 chapters. Of the same character that I had picked yesterday when I started to play it again. So I guess my tastes didn’t change from whenever the hell I played this before.

The character was Leonardo da Vinci. With is funny that they picked him as a love interest in a female Mc dating game as it is theorised that he was gay so it’s kinda funny. 

He sounds like a Mother who is happy her kid finally found someone

My precious baby boy finally found someone I’m so happy!

Seems legit. Mozart really got hit with the second male lead syndrome. Sebastian tried killing me because I keep calling him one hell of a butler, Papi Leonardo is just papi I'm sorry. Vlad is vlad.

Your ikevamp love story click and drag game

Here's my result:

So basically I'm besties with Charles, which must've made Vlad my enemy. I fall in love with Dazai and have my first kiss with him while Jean is secretly in love with me. Sebastian cockblocks me for some reason. Then my lover Dazai tries to kill me but fails because Faust dies to protect me. My enemy turns me into a vampire, probably out of spite.

Guys i need to obsess over an otome cuz im hard-stuck on being bored all the time pls suggest me otome or write all the otome games you have played pls ( ⚈̥̥̥⌢⚈̥̥̥)

No words can express the feeling of:

(1) Pulling like 3 or 4 copies of this card, and it’s a character you hate.

(2) ... and never pulling the card you really wanted.

I’ve played other gacha games where you get a free pull for every x number of pulls, but IkeVamp offers no such kindness, lmao.