Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Nobunaga x MC (Reira)
Rating: T+
Words: 1,221
Summary: The battle drums echoed through the encampment, her bright smile was a proof of her faith that Nobunaga would win the war.
A/N: Fluff. Random kissy fluff because suddenly I’m missing him xD Enjoy~~~
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There was no familiar caress of the wind that awakened her, no smell of fresh air, and no sight of the tenshu greeted her when her eyes fluttered open.
Rather, it was a sight of a tent’s ceiling — the fading dusty-colored fabric, and the early morning sunlight that streamed between the tent’s entrance. The sounds of rapid footsteps all around her, the occasional shouts from the retainers outside erased all the hazy mist of sleep that remained within her.
A sigh slipped past her lips as the clarity sparked in her mind. They were at war.
Her hand reached over to the side of the bedding to find it empty. “Nobunaga..?” Turning her head, she found him standing tall across from the bedding, already finished wearing his armor.
The night before their departure from Azuchi Castle, she was sitting against the railings in the tenshu with Nobunaga on her side as they talked about the upcoming war.
Their enemy had twenty thousand troops, and Oda forces had ten thousand due to the necessity to send some for another battle, a strategy from their enemies to divide Oda troops.
Her eyes went wide at the information. “What? Twice of our troops?”
“Numbers never ensure the outcome of a war.” Nobunaga’s voice was firm and certain.
“But..”
Her concerned gaze was returned with a handsome smirk, blatant arrogance aflame within his eyes. “Why? Having a doubt of Oda’s strength?”
Before she answered, his fingers already caught her chin and captured her lips. Until her thoughts dissolved into nothing but Nobunaga’s merciless kiss; one he intended to make her regret the slightest doubt that occurred to her.
Nobunaga had proven it to her. A few days of battle was enough to turn it into a fair war — more or less, since their enemies’ numbers depleted greatly.
He smirked with fondness. “Awakened this early? You are allowed to sleep for more.”
“No.” A soft smile appeared as she rose from the bedding. “I won’t ever miss sending you off, not in the slightest chance.”
It might be hard to wait behind while she was used to accompanying him in the war, but this war was too deadly for her. Besides, she could be more useful here, still his lucky charm for being here for him and Oda forces.
At the darkest corner of the tent, she began to disrobe her sleeping robe to change into her kimono but she turned her head to see Nobunaga staring at her and smirking in satisfaction.
“You had your share of viewing last night, Nobunaga.” Her lips pursed, quickly wearing the layers of kimono while giving him her back.
“I had, though not quite enough of viewing.” He approached her to lift her hair and help her adjust her obi.
“Thanks.” Turning to face him, she smiled up and met his gaze, always mesmerized by the handsome sight of Nobunaga in his armor. “Sorry I didn’t have the chance to help you with your armor.”
“I’d rather help you disrobe.” He tugged at her obi, grinning devilishly.
“Nobunaga!” Her giggle slipped between the protest before he pulled her close into his embrace.
As the sun began to rise higher, Oda troops, retainers and vassals had prepared themselves in front of the encampment, ready to go to war. Nobunaga stood in the camp’s gate and she stood by his side, glancing at him meaningfully. A wide smile spread across her features. “Emerge victorious, Nobunaga.”
Nobunaga gave a sidelong look, before shifting to face her and grabbing her waist roughly.
“W-what?”
“Silence.” He had his arm wrapped around her shoulders and drew her close. The sudden absolute trust in her eyes was unmistakable, Nobunaga was unable to resist the pull. His hand rested on the back of her neck, pulling her close to kiss her lips.
“Mm— “ She had no chance to protest or refuse, his lips devoured her in the same passionate kiss he had given her last night. They were in front of the Oda troops but she was no longer the girl she used to be. Now she belonged to Nobunaga. Unconcerned about many eyes and erupted cheers around them, she returned his kiss.
Nobunaga was already smirking down to her. “The victory of this battle is ours.” His voice was full of certainty and his carnelian eyes sparked like a flame.
Lips curled into a smile. “I won’t doubt that anymore. Let our enemies know they should never stand against you.” Releasing her arms from him, she stepped back to give way to the Oda troops to arrange themselves within their formation.
And the battle drums echoed through the encampment, she saw him and the troops off, a bright smile delightfully painted itself on her lips.
As the dusk fell, a messenger brought news of Nobunaga’s victory and that he would return soon enough. Therefore she patiently waited near the entrance of the camp, staring at the horizon until Nobunaga appeared, glorious in the crimson shade of the sunset.
An inevitable smile spread across her countenance, waiting until he unmounted his horse. The distant scent of blood, gunpowder clung on Nobunaga — the smell of war she could never forget. “You’re victorious.”
“As promised, each strategy set in motion had succeeded to bring us victory.” Nobunaga stepped closer and outstretched his hand.
There in his hand was a single flower in the flaming orange color, not a flower she knew about. “What’s this, Nobunaga? A flower?”
“I recalled your fondness of wildflowers, and I found this in the middle of the battlefield.”
“And why did you bring it with you?” Gaze flickered between him and the flower in confusion.
“This flower reminds me of you.” He slipped the flower above her ear while smiling in satisfaction.
“Of me? I.. don’t understand.”
Nobunaga caught her chin and lifted her face, smirking at her confusion. “A single wildflower that survived the battle, one flower stood defiantly amongst the dead and the destruction of the war. There is a strength this flower possessed, one that war could not destroy.”
How could she not be embarrassed to hear such a compliment? And that fondness in his eyes as his fingertips brushed her hair away from her face to make the flower stand out.
A faint laugh escaped her lips inevitably. “You just had to pluck it out, hadn’t you?” But, the soft smile that plastered on her face told him that she appreciated the thought.
Nobunaga traced her lips with the calloused fingertips. “I will pluck any flower in the world for you to witness this smile of yours.”
Well, Nobunaga did pluck one from the battlefield simply because it reminded him of her. That was much more precious than any rarest or most beautiful flower. “Thank you for this, really. But I won’t be here if not for you.”
His thumb caressed the soft contours of her face. “How so?”
“Your love is the source of my strength.” Slender arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss and she felt his lips curved against hers before his kiss deepened and conquered her.
It did not matter if he reeked of blood and gunpowder, he was the man she chose to love.
Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Pairing: Jihyun/V x MC (Michiru)
Rating: T+
Words: 1,185
Summary: Years of struggling and healing had passed, but this love was no illusion, it was as true as the paintings he painted with his whole heart.
A/N: Fluff. Post-route. Just.. happy Jihyun tbh A mix of Normal+Good ending just bcs I needed it xD My old, unpublished fic, with some tweaks so have some Jihyun feels~
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The white curtain swayed by the gentle afternoon breeze and quietly fell back to its place, the warm soft-orange glow of the sunlight brightened the room; silent yet as tranquil as it was supposed to be even with the sound of a bustling city outside the window.
Most of the furniture in this house was colored in white as if it was a canvas, but the lavender in a crystal vase she placed in an end table had given enough color for the room to give a sense of tranquility.
Yes, this new house was their sanctuary.
Where they could be with each other, without any interruption from the outside world, and where Jihyun could peacefully rest, and heal.
Entering the room, she was greeted with the sight of his back profile, still on the same spot she left him hours ago to do daily chores. “Jihyun.” Her soft voice from across the room received no answer and so she stepped closer.
Jihyun had been sitting in front of the easel, contentedly painting in his art room, too preoccupied with adding more colors on the canvas to hear her.
Of course he won’t hear her, not when he devoted all of his concentration to the canvas, she smiled fondly at the sight of him. As silent as her footsteps could be, she approached Jihyun and bent down in an attempt to kiss his cheek. Sensing her presence, he turned his head in instinct and their lips collided, brushing ever so softly.
A momentary silence and heat was rising on her cheek at the unexpected kiss. They both leaned away slightly, letting out soft chuckles.
“Sorry, I surprised you.” Shyness highlighted her cheeks with a soft pink shade.
“I’m the one who should apologize.” After he put aside the brush, his hand did not waste a second to reach for her waist, pulling her to sit on his lap.
Her own arms curled around his neck and dipped down to close the unbearable distance, their lips met each other halfway in a soft kiss. Jihyun tilted his head to deepen it which she responded with endearing shyness and he was unable to resist smiling between their kisses; driven by his overflowing love for her.
His heartbeat fluttered whenever he was with her, and he could not help but be swept off by the emotions. His arms tightened, and so was hers. Before long, their deepened kiss became passionate, neither were willing to part. The perfect sensual tenderness as his lips moved against hers, tongue intertwining so intimately, it was enough to take her breath away.
Once they had to part to take a breath, Jihyun pressed her forehead against hers while his eyes remained shut. “Do you happen to feel neglected as of late?”
“A little bit, but don’t worry, I know this event is important to you.” Words spoken a little breathlessly, she placed a chaste kiss against his closed eyelid, the eyes she loved so much, the eyes that always glimpsed to her soul for a sliver of light. “Actually, I’m concerned about you, Jihyun. You’ve been awake for more than usual and I doubt you had enough sleep last night.” Yes, because when she was awakened in the middle of the night, he wasn’t in bed.
He smiled, hand absently caressed her back. “The painting for the exhibition has to be prepared carefully.”
“Yes, but.. You have to rest your eyes, as well. Remember?”
“Of course. I will rest soon.”
Rosy lips formed a pout. “No. You must rest now.” And she stood from his lap, taking his hand to lead him into their bedroom.
Jihyun chuckled once more. “It’s still too early to sleep, however.”
“As long as you’re resting. Well, one hour of nap sounds good enough and then you can return to your painting.” As they arrived on the edge of the bed and she giggled lightly, urging him to sit down.
He stared up to her, a tender smile on his face. His arm caught her waist before she ever had the chance to walk away. “Only on one condition.”
“Hmm? What is it?” A knowing smile on her lips, her fingers entangled in his hair and stroking in a soft, loving gesture.
“You must accompany me, it would not be fair if I have to sleep by myself.”
“I still have to cook our dinner, you know.”
“I will help with cooking later when we wake up from the nap.”
And she was defeated, not when he looked at her pleadingly with eyes full of life, a tender smile that was so earnest it touched not only her heart but her soul as well.
A nod of agreement from her, Jihyun led her to lay down side by side, face to face, and his fingertips caressing her face with incredible gentleness. “Once the exhibition is over, I will take you to somewhere beautiful.”
“Oh?” Startled, her brows raised for not quite expecting such promise, then smiling adoringly. “I hope the day will come soon.”
Jihyun was unable to conceal his smile as his arm drew her close to him. “It will arrive sooner than you might think.”
“Jihyun?”
“Yes?” He peered down to her curiously.
Meeting his eyes, she chuckled. “Nothing. I just feel like saying your name.” I love it when you’re smiling, when you’re happy with your art, I just love you too much. But he had known those already, she told him as many times as she could.
He kissed her forehead, smiling all the while. “Thank you, my love.”
“For what?”
“For everything.” Strong arms pulled her into his embrace, close enough so she was pressed against his chest. He was still healing, both his eyes and his heart but she was always here, by his side — and he had never been more grateful to receive such compassion.
And he owed her everything.
Her head rested on the crook of his neck, her arms curled around his back, comfortable and safe in his arms. “Anything for you, Jihyun.” Anything he needed. Love, time, someone to share his burden, she’d give anything for him to the point she could hardly fathom how much she loved him.
But this love was no illusion, it was as true as the paintings he painted with his whole heart.
For love, she would offer steady hands for the scarred heart that had not yet healed, but one day, he would no longer live with tragedy living underneath his skin — she would wait with open arms for as long as he needed because she knew by heart, if their role reserved Jihyun would do exactly the same for her.
No words uttered until his breathing evened and his heartbeat steadied, she remained cradled in his embrace. Warm, soft, loving.
“I love you.” Whispered upon his chest, right where his heart was. Let me whisper all the love I can give until your heart healed, no.. until forever.
And together they fell asleep, slight smiles upon their lips.
Hearts beating as one.
In this unwavering love laid all the unfathomable hope.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Relationship: Theo & Vincent & MC (Reira)
Rating: T+
Words: 1,806
Summary: One night, one bite from unknown pureblood and her life turned upside down. The Van Gogh brothers vowed to be there for her, to help her. To what extent?
A/N: Angst. AU storyline. Eventual romance.
Loooots of Vincent in this chapter, forgive me but Theo still.. out there lol so he’ll be on next chapter.
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Unfathomable future was terrifying enough to face, and for one to be thrown into an endless pit of darkness so unwillingly, so tragically? Utterly horrifying.
After leaving the gazebo, she hurried back to her room with the vial of blanc in her grip. Her throat was burning and burning, increasing tenfold as the seconds ticked by. Unbearable — as if there was literal fire inside her that refused to cease, along with the darkness that clawed at her skin.
Leaning against the door frame, eyes stared to her curled hand while she breathed in and out to fight off the cravings, but the darkest kind of life force worked in instinct and desperation to be sated. Opening the vial with her trembling hands, she poured the whole content into her mouth and gasped lightly.
The emptied vial slipped from her hand, falling on the wooden floor with a low thud, abandoned as she sauntered to her bed. The burning sensation within her throat was not from the craving anymore, but from the sobs she held back. No, I won’t cry, crying won’t change anything. What she’d lost would never come back. So she swallowed down the flaming lump forcefully, sitting on the bed and sated from her cravings.
The tightness on her chest remained..
Shortly after Theo left, Vincent returned into the mansion, his gaze lingered on the empty gazebo as he purposely passed by. No one was there, he concluded everyone must have returned inside.
On the hallway, he found Sebastian walking ahead while carrying the laundry basket from earlier. Vincent’s steps hurried a little to catch up to his side. “Sebastian, about the sheet.”
Sebastian halted, glancing sideways. “The ripped sheet, Master Vincent?”
Vincent nodded, then smiled. “Yes, I’ll buy a new one when I go to the city, but there’s no need to tell her in detail.”
“Of course, it might be the best to keep it anonymous.”
“We all know she won’t stay still and insist on buying a new one herself but.. Because of her current circumstance, she can’t be in public for some time.”
“You’re correct.” Sebastian said shortly.
Before the mood went heavier, Vincent spoke, “Since you will be busy with chores, I’ll help you deliver the blanc for Reira.”
Sebastian almost refused if not for the sincere gaze that seemed to plead with him. “If it’s alright with you.”
The smile remained on Vincent’s face as he nodded once more. “It is. Thank you for all your hard work, Sebastian.”
“It’s my pleasure, Master Vincent.” He nodded with a slight smile.
They went their own separate ways, and Vincent headed to her room. He knocked softly on the door, received no answer even though he heard slight movement behind the door. “I will return later and I hope you’re alright.” Vincent had no choice but to quietly leave.
After Vincent returned to his room, he sat down in front of his easel to paint. However, for a long moment of silence, his hand merely suspended in the air. The tip of the paintbrush never touched the white canvas and it remained white, no matter how hard Vincent tried. He mixed some colors randomly on the palette in an attempt to find inspiration.
But, nothing.
Vincent frowned, staring at the white canvas for a long while.
As it occurred to him that he was unable to paint, Vincent put the brush down, his hollowed eyes fixated at the large glass windows where the afternoon sunlight flooded into his room. He always loved to paint, always finding solace with each brush stroke against the canvas, but now? Why did he not feel the same?
Heaviness that Vincent couldn’t fathom began to settle atop his shoulders and his thought drifted to his younger brother, of course Vincent would be concerned for him as well.
“Theo, return home soon, and safely.”
Theo would know what this feeling might be, wouldn’t he?
He stood from the chair and left the untouched canvas, walking out of his room, and while it wasn’t what he intended, he ended up standing in front of her room — drawn by his unending concern and instinctively yearned to be by her side. There was a chair placed nearby in the hallway, but Vincent leaned his back against her door instead. Waiting.. The strange uneasiness plagued Vincent’s mind, along with utmost concern for the girl inside the room despite his lack of focus for his painting. “I truly hope you’ll be alright.” He muttered, mostly to himself.
A long moment she spent sitting near the window, drowning in her troubled thoughts. Sighing, her gaze slid past the door and narrowed her eyes at the apparent shadow under the slight space between the door and the floor. Her feet approached slowly, in time with Vincent’s utterance.
For a split second, she considered ignoring him but hearing those words — how could she? Her palm pressed against the door and her eyes fixated on his shadow that casted by the sunlight from the hallway. He had been there for some time, hadn’t he?
“Vincent…?”
He shifted to face the door, smiling even though she was unable to see him. “Are you awake?”
“Yes, I wasn’t sleeping. Just.. reading.” A lie, again, but guilt soon evaded her heart and lips twisted into a wry smile. “Sorry I didn’t answer earlier.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t want to bother you if you needed to be alone.”
“Um.. I’ll open the door.”
“Of course.” Vincent brightened as he waited for the door to open, eager to see and talked to her.
Slender fingers turned the door handle and opened the wooden door to be greeted with Vincent’s soft smile, basked in a melancholy glow of afternoon sunlight. Her breath caught and heart pounding, fortunately she managed to get two words out of her lips. “Come in..”
“Thank you.” Vincent stepped in, relieved.
Worn-out eyes looked up to him only for a moment before she walked away and settled to sit on the edge of the bed, still attempting to maintain some sense of composure. Always the one who hated to appear weak in front of others.
Noticing the absence of a certain someone, a frown creased between her brows. “Theo went off somewhere?” He did walk off from the gazebo, but she had no idea why or where he went to. And the way he left so abruptly earlier, was he upset because of her?
Walking farther into the room, he noticed the empty vial laid on the floor. “To the city, yes.” Vincent bent down to retrieve and put it on an end table near the door, comforted with the thought of her being able to consume the blanc.
“He was the one who found me?”
Vincent nodded, “We would find you either way, since we would return home through the same path. You don’t have to overthink about it.”
Since then, she did not have a chance to properly talk to Theo. All they did was either arguing or glaring at each other as of late, much different than the playful banters they usually had. “Theo.. He seems upset with me.”
“It’s not like what you might think, Theo always has his own way to handle things, that’s all.” Vincent offered a reassuring smile. “But I know he’s worried for you.”
Her gaze briefly flickered to the end table absently, and she breathed out. “I see.” Like Theo, she also had her way handling things, she could understand what Vincent said.
“He said he won’t be long, I’m sure he’ll be back by tomorrow.” Vincent added, gently pulling the desk chair with him to sit beside the bed, facing her.
“I just want to do my usual chores rather than staying in the room all day like this.” The words were out before she could stop them and bitterness spilled out between each of the words. Just something to hold on to, even if it was only daily chores, and to make her forget — of that night, of what she had become.
An understanding gaze, then Vincent smiled in return. “I can talk with le Comte about this, but for now you have to take his advice.”
“I know, with this new…” The words paused and she abruptly glanced down to her hands, remembering the sheet she ripped earlier. As she opened her mouth to speak, no more words came out. New life, new strength, new era, and the things she never asked to live with.
A part of him wished she would talk in honesty but he won’t force her. “If you have anything to talk about, you can talk to me.” Vincent leaned forward from the chair, took her hands in his as he rested his elbows above his knees — and he looked at her earnestly. The smile he offered her was so pure, almost too radiant, and served as a reminder that the sun would shine even after the darkest night, that there was hope.
“Not now. Sorry...” Her reply came a little breathlessly.
“That’s alright.” He squeezed her hands between his, and for whatever reason, Vincent felt her trembling therefore he picked his words carefully with the gentleness and calmness that he possessed. “Remember that I will always be here for you, so will Theo, and everyone else in this mansion.” As the words finished, he almost released her hands in case it scared her off, but—
Her hands squeezed his in return even though her smile was painful to see. “I’ll remember. Thanks, Vincent.” And she meant it, she would remember it, including his sincerity and his pure heart. To be someone who paid attention so much even he didn’t have to, and for it, she was grateful. “Sorry to make you all concerned.”
“We will be concerned no matter what, it's proof we care for you. Please don’t ever apologize.” With a warm curve on his lips, ever charming in his own way, Vincent inclined his head to a reassuring nod.
Vincent remained in her room to keep her company until the late evening. At one point, he left to retrieve the blanc and served it to her in a crystalline glass instead of the vial. An angelic smile, though shadowed a little, plastered on his fine features.
Afterwards, there were small talks that mostly were initiated by him, or comfortable silence, but in this moment was a semblance of normalcy, she could breathe a little easier. For the realization of how much his words and Vincent himself had given her the sincerest kindness through this sickening twist of darkness.
Vincent’s presence whispered hope into her heart.
A sliver of hope she desperately clung to.
But far off in the city, alone, Theo was fighting his own inner turmoils without any hope to cling to.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Relationship: Vincent x MC (Michiru)
Rating: T+
Words: 1,360
Warnings: Vamp bite, Suggestive theme
Summary: In the warmth of sunlight and surrounded with sunflowers, they both shared a moment of happiness, the sweetest of kisses.
A/N: Fluff. Basically just happy Vincent in his era bcs I need it while I’m working on an angsty fic xD
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The meadow was beautiful and breathtaking as always. Sunflowers spread across as far as her eyes could see, spreading warmth into her heart, along with the warm yet soothing breeze. The afternoon sun prepared to hide itself on the horizon while the sunflowers were facing the sun, waiting for it to disappear, and to reappear in the morning.
Vincent, as usual, stood in front of the easel as his hand held the paintbrush and skillfully painted more colors on the canvas before him. He had been painting for a long while and she was sitting on the grass beside him, reading a book while keeping his company.
Until a shadow clouded her from above, she turned her head upward to see Vincent smiling down to her. “Oh, are you finished?” Immediately closed her books to put it aside, she rose to her feet.
“No. But I don’t want you to be all by yourself entirely while we’re here.” He stood in front of her, smiling his angelic smile, a glint of playfulness shimmered within his blue eyes.
“Just being by your side already makes me happy.”
Vincent pulled her close to his arms and embraced her.
His embrace, warm as summer.
And his smile, warm as the sunlight.
And a little too irresistible, she couldn’t help but be drawn to him and bask in his warmth. Forever and ever. Her heads lifted up to see his smile, arms slipped around his waist and she closed her eyes. Waiting for what was about to come, she knew what it could be, she longed for it.
As if gravity pulled them both, their lips met in a fleeting kiss, the softest brush of their lips was warm, enticing.
Vincent pressed their foreheads together when the kiss ended, sooner than they both wanted but he had to utter a question before it bothered him unnecessarily. “Are you truly happy being here with me? Far from where you’re supposed to be.”
“Of course. I have you, Vincent.” The soft chuckle that left her lips, eyes still closed while his breath ghosted on her lips. “And it’s more than enough, you are everything that I need.”
Lips barely inches from each other, Vincent leaned much closer for yet another kiss. Unsatisfied with the previous one, his arms tightened around her smaller figure. Her lips sought him as if he was the lifeline of hers and in return, Vincent kissed her hungrily, passionately, leaving her lightheaded and entirely consumed with his love.
A kiss that aflame with the genuine warmth of passion, Vincent’s and hers.
They were no longer aware of the heat of the afternoon sun, the caresses of the warm breeze against their skin, or the unfinished painting itself. Only the warmth of each other’s lips and their shared breath; their souls consumed each other.
Vincent stepped backward in his attempt to lean away from her. But his foot lost its balance while his arms still curled around her waist. He fell down on his back in the soft grass, fortunately soft enough to avoid worse impact and she landed on top of him, safe and sound. And, their laughter echoed through the sunflower field — even the sunflowers that swayed with the wind seemed to laugh along with them.
Concern filled her eyes for a moment after the laughter subsided. “Vincent, are you hurt?”
“Not at all. I should apologize to bring you down with me.”
“We’re okay, that’s what matters.”
Vincent’s hand caught her arm when she attempted to rise up, he kept her above him. “Stay like this.”
So she did and her upper body leaned onto his chest, lips formed a smile. “Whenever I’m with you, I feel at peace.”
He raised a hand, fingers tucked the stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Only peace?”
His inquiry caused her smile to widen. “There’s love, too, but you already knew that, of course.”
Vincent laughed happily, the sunlight brightened his smile. It was breathtaking to see and she was at loss of words, only staring, and staring, to the person who possessed her heart.
There was a short silence as his fingers traced the lines of her face, gaze locked on her, and the smile never faltered. The loving expression in his face made her drag herself up to meet his lips, giving him a heartfelt kiss. “I love you, Vincent. Always.”
Vincent did not reply, and there was a flicker of shadow behind his blue eyes. Before she thought of it for too long, his arms moved to roll them over, pinning her wrists on the sides of her head.
“Vincent?” It took her a little time to adjust her sight against the radiant sunlight from behind Vincent. But she finally saw his face, and her cheeks blushed. “Oh.”
“I..” Vincent groaned in his throat, breaths turned heavier. His fangs peeking out from the corners of his mouth as his face contorted, burning with desire for her blood. “I need..”
How could she let his craving torment him? And so, she angled her head to the side, exposing her neck for him. “Have my blood.”
A low snarl as the grips on her wrists tightened, Vincent trailed his tongue on her neck, lowered down to the first two buttons of her blouse. He tore the buttons away with his teeth, placed kisses on the slightly exposed skin between her breasts then upwards.
Now that the upper part of her blouse exposed her neck more, she held her breath as Vincent laced their fingers together. Such an intimate gesture, and she smiled. Leaning down to her neck, his fangs grazed the skin for a moment before it sank down, tearing the flesh and he devoured her blood.
She gasped at the first sensation.
Pain,
Then pleasure.
Toes curled, she moaned his name, over and over again, her fingers curled tight against his. The sensation from his bite was burning her from within and she arched under him. Vincent groaned as her very essence flowed through him.
As his thirst for her blood sated and his concern of her returned — afraid if he took too much — Vincent leaned away, groaning deep in his throat. Sated, satisfied, for having her with him.
Through the light dizziness of the blood-loss, her eyes gazed up to him in adoration. There was Vincent as the painter, then Vincent as her lover, but this Vincent, the vampire, was equally loved as well. Loving him meant to accept each side, and to love him meant to give him the love he deserved.
And she would give her blood, her life, her soul for him.
“I love you.” A soft murmur escaped his lips as Vincent unlaced their fingers.
Her hand reached up to wipe the bloodstain in the corner of his mouth. “I’m very aware of that, Vincent.”
Chuckling softly, Vincent helped her to sit up and took off his outerwear to drape it over her shoulders. “Sorry.. About the buttons..” His smile was sincerely apologetic, almost sheepish even with the faint blush adorned his angelic features.
“I can sew those back so don’t worry at all.” She leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips. “You can return to your painting, I don’t want to keep you from it for too long.”
Instead of going back to paint, Vincent settled to sit beside her, encircled an arm around her. “I want to be with you a little longer.”
“If that’s what you want, sure.” And she chuckled lightly, resting her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes to relish in the moment.
Vincent peered down to her, aware she’d lost some blood and it might catch up soon enough. He could not leave her like this after she sacrificed her blood for him, not even to paint, and before long she was falling asleep in his embrace. Vincent smiled, radiant with pure happiness, placing a kiss on top of her head.
He loved her with reckless abandon, with all of his heart.
Vincent finally understood why the sunflowers were so inexplicably drawn to the sun.
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Mitsuhide x MC (Reira)
Rating: G
Words: 1,262
Summary: Cherry blossoms always reminded him of her, and never once Mitsuhide passed the chance to visit the everlasting cherry tree.
A/N: AU. Bittersweet fluff~ Thanks to my beta friend who helped with this fic for half of a month, this finally posted lol つづく ~
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The cherry blossom tree at the outskirts of Azuchi had been blooming all year for some time. Even as the summer arrived. Such a beauty among green trees, it had taken Mitsuhide’s interest ever since the first day he’d learned about the everlasting cherry tree.
Mitsuhide always paid the tree a visit whenever he was able to, the lovely scenery was a breath of fresh air in between so many inhuman and terrible things he had to live through.
Today, as well, Mitsuhide stepped towards the cherry tree, one single petal greeted him and landed softly on his open palm.
Thin lips curved slightly, he sat down under the tree, his back leaning against the huge trunk. Eyes closed as he relished on the caress of the summer wind against his face. Hidden from the summer heat and bright sunlight.
The sweet fragrance of the cherry blossom reminded him of a certain girl.
A moment later, a girl dressed in the kimono with the color of the cherry blossom appeared behind the tree, smiling wide as she gracefully stepped close to him. “Mitsuhide.” A soft whisper carried by the wind. If a voice had a shape, hers would be in that of a cherry blossom petal.
He remained still, not opening his eyes at all but one corner of his lips quirked up slightly.
Curious, she stood in front of him then kneeling down, her eyes peered into his face. “Are you sleeping?”
He did not answer or move.
A soft chuckle slipped from her parted lips as she leaned forward. Such a sweet, smooth sound, it almost weakened his will. “If you’re still sleeping, then I must wake you.” And she pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Mitsuhide made a sudden movement and she yelped in surprise, his hand caught her chin and he smirked mischievously. “I have told you where to kiss, little one. Not the cheek.”
Her cheeks turned crimson, both from his intention and the close proximity of their faces. “But— “ Kissing his cheek was embarrassing enough, and yet, he insisted she must kiss his lips?
“If I recalled correctly, you were brave enough to do it once then why not repeat it.” He kept her face close, those blushing cheeks were too lovely to let it disappear too fast.
“That was—!” The words came to a halt once she recognized the spark of mischief in his golden eyes. Her own rebellious eyes defied him but Mitsuhide always had the upper hand. “It was an instinct, not truly my intention.”
“My, my, not your intention? I understand.” Mitsuhide let go of her chin and crossed his arms, eyes closed. He pretended to fall back asleep on purpose.
“What a sly kitsune you are.” Spoken in a playful voice and she huffed, sitting on his side without doing anything. The memory surfaced, the day she kissed him on her own accord — he was too breathtaking while sleeping and she was unable to resist him. But now? He was being sly, clearly intending to tease her. The silence dawned upon them, almost serene but she preferred to spend the time with awakened Mitsuhide. Her lips pursed as she glanced sideways, watching him. “I am not kissing you.”
He did not stir at all, and the silence returned.
It felt too uncomfortable now that she was fidgeting in her sitting position, fingers fiddling absently with her kimono sleeves. “Won’t you wake up, it’s been too long.”
No answer, not even a movement, only his steady breathing.
“You fell asleep?” she muttered, thoroughly disappointed and huffed once more. Trap or no trap, Mitsuhide must open his eyes, her patience hitting the limit. The wind was ruffling her hair as she leaned closer. “Alright, then.”
Mitsuhide had been awake, of course, intending to play an act until his wish was granted. Hearing the rustles of her kimono, he felt her lips brushing against his. Afterwards, he wrapped a hand around her waist and lowered her down in the ground, smirking down to her. “It was not as difficult as you might think, was it?”
“What are you—- ?” Flustered, her lips pursed a little
“No one would be here in this kind of heat, no need to worry.” He was merely teasing of course, but still, he could not resist her. Mitsuhide leaned down to kiss her on the lips with much fervor than the chaste kiss she had given him.
The cherry blossom petals were falling all around him, shaken lightly by the sudden gust of wind.
Heart beating aloud, she parted her lips willingly for him despite the shyness. Mitsuhide did not give her a chance to pull away when he had her pinned like this. All the concerns and worries were forgotten for a moment.
He only let her go when the kiss went longer than it should, Mitsuhide gasped to breathe, and she did too, her face even more flushed and her lips swollen. He couldn’t avert his eyes from her even for a second.
There was a small pout forming on her lips.
“Why, little one? One kiss was not enough for you?” His chuckle was as gentle as the wind. “You seem quite disappointed.” He took a hold of a handful of her long hair, twirling it through his fingers. The cherry blossom scent, not only from the tree but it was all over her as well.
Mitsuhide offered his arms to help her to return to the sitting position, then he sat beside her and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“It’s not that, I just..” Her head rested on the crook of his neck. “I’ve been missing you, since you haven’t visited for a while.”
“My apologies.” His golden eyes stared up to the cherry blossoms above them. “There were things I had to take care of, and some errands to finish.”
“Dangerous errands?” She inquired in a melancholy voice.
“No, not quite.”
A soft sigh slipped past her lips. “As long as you keep visiting.”
Mitsuhide did not answer and closed his eyes, tightening his embrace around her and they remained like that for a while. Until the sun began to fall slowly towards the horizon, the time for him to leave had him sighing. “I must leave to attend an important appointment.” He said, helping her to stand up.
“I will see you again soon?”
“You will.” He placed a kiss on her forehead, as intimate as their heated kiss earlier. “Farewell for now, little one.”
Not once she ever loved to hear his farewell. The reluctance in her eyes was apparent enough to see.
Leaning away, his finger brushed the corner of her lips. “Smile, for me.”
And she smiled, as sincerely as she could, because it was always difficult to separate from him. “I will miss you, Mitsuhide.”
Mitsuhide sent her one last smile and turned around to walk away from the cherry tree, but before he went too far, he gazed over his shoulder to see the girl in the pink kimono waving at him and smiling all the while.
As lovely and as pretty as the cherry blossoms.
And as ancient as an old tale.
Slowly, she began to disappear into the thin air and leaving the falling cherry blossom petals danced around with the wind in her place. His eyes took a glance over the shimenawa, a large rope that encircled around the sacred cherry tree.
He knew who she was, and yet his heart was stolen away.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Comte x MC (Michiru)
Rating: G
Words: 1,089
Prompt: “ You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.“
Summary: Lone midnight and lone eternity. How it was supposed to feel? Comte had forgotten now that he had her to kiss the loneliness away.
A/N: Fluff. This stands as one shot, but totally can be another part of my Comte series, I just can’t help it xD
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Lone midnights..
The dark, hollow nights he spent alone as time stretched infinitely..
Comte had almost forgotten how it was supposed to feel. Almost. It would be entirely forgotten now that he had someone in his arms each night, each day.
The dawn had not broken yet but he was awake, contentedly staring at his sleeping lover; who was unaware of his loving gaze or his affectionate smile. Resisting his urge to awaken her, he could only touch her slightly messy hair, stealing lingering touches against her bare skin that the white sheet failed to cover.
As much as he longed to remain like this, it was hard to resist to not touch her possessively, to hear her alluring voice, to see her enchanting smile — but she must rest after what they had done earlier. Was it too much? He thought, his fingers brushed away a stray strand of hair from her face. They had done it until he exhausted her to sleep.
Comte did not feel even an ounce of regret, nonetheless.
A serene smile graced his features as Comte carefully climbed off the bed without waking her up, dressing up in a simple white dress shirt and pants before he left his room.
The balcony had been her favorite place, and a silent witness to their precious moments and ethereal kisses.
Midnights never felt lonely anymore.
Comte smiled to himself over their memories, golden eyes fixated over the black, velvet sky. Dark, as similar as a vampire’s life. Tonight was a moonless night — ah yes, the moon always came and went but those stars were always shining through the darkness. Constantly. They reminded him of her, his only shimmering star.
He’d lost in the reverie when a soft voice behind him interrupted his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. The voice that he would recognize first among thousands of others.
“Mon amour.” Comte turned around, smiling lovingly.
“You weren’t in bed.” She pouted, graceful in her own way.
The sweet femininity of her pout delighted him. “I had no intention to wake you.” He outstretched a hand, beckoning her close.
Approaching him, she took his hand and stood beside him. “A splendid starry evening, isn’t it?”
“Should you state the obvious, chérie?”
“Perhaps not.” Her soft laugh was melodic in his ears and her eyes bright under the starlight, enticing him to no end. “I knew you would be here.”
Comte released her hand to wrap his arm around her waist. “It is cold here, shouldn’t you return to bed?”
“We’re already here and I want to be with you a little more.” Deliberately, she pressed her body closer against him, seeking his warmth against the gentle night breeze that carried the scent of flowers from the garden below. “Besides, having you this close is the best warmth I could ever ask for.”
“Feeling sentimental, are we? You must remain close, then.” He chuckled lightly, pressing a soft kiss in her hair.
Quiet, tranquil, peaceful. “The stars are always prettiest when I’m with you.” She exhaled softly.
“As far as my memory goes, you always love this place, I remember how often I found you here at night.”
Nights of loneliness and homesickness, but that was her distant memories now. “Why, Comte? Considering how often you found me here means it’s also a place you love, isn’t it? Or perhaps you were looking for me?” There was a playful twinkle that lightened her eyes.
A soft laugh reverberated on his throat and his arm shifted her waist so they were standing face to face. “You might be too perceptive for your own goodness.”
“It might be one of the reasons why we’re here now. Together.” A small teasing smirk curved on her rosy lips.
Comte could no longer hold back his emotions, drawing her into his embrace. “One of many. Correct.” He whispered, one arm holding her waist, his free hand resting in her hair while Comte closed his eyes. Breathing her scent, savoring her warmth, the inevitable serenity washed over him. “You are the single best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“Allow me to correct that — we are both the best thing that ever happened to each other.” It seemed a befitting response, for the truth that he was also the best thing she ever had.
He leaned away to cast his gaze on her. “Did you ever regret your decision to remain here?” His thought suddenly escaped from its cage. Life was made of choices and she chose one that sacrificed a life in her time period.
“Not at all. Don’t ever worry about that because this decision wasn’t an impulsive one, I know what might entail.”
Another one of many reasons why she’d captured his heart, the wise soul she possessed. He had a lingering suspicion that she might regret it but staring into her eyes that filled with pure honesty, he should never be. “Perhaps I have to remind you, it will never be a life of normalcy.” To be with him meant she had to share his life as well, and it required an extraordinary soul to accept him. One that would be willing to embrace him for everything he was, his darkness and his light, everything he built in this mansion and the life he had for centuries.
In this life, there won’t be a house with a picket fence, only a mansion full of vampires and possible danger lurking in her life. For every best thing, the most terrible things might follow.
For him she would endure anything, as terrible as it could be. “I would choose any kind of life as long as I can be with you, Comte.” The smile across her features was bright, her palms rested against his chiseled chest. “Think of me as insane if you will, but I always wanted something more than normal life, and love in that matter.”
“And you found it here?” Comte teased even though he was already aware of her answer.
“Here.”A momentary pause then slender arms curled firmly around his neck and she stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips, so softly, so tenderly. “With you.” Each syllable was her heartfelt confession, full of certainty.
The twinkling starlight bestowed its blessing upon them.
How could she ever regret this?
Even with what she had to lose and leave behind — arriving in his mansion, in his era, was not her downfall.
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Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Masamune x MC (Reira)
Rating: M
Words: 2,744
Warnings: NSFW. Vaginal Sex. Fingering.
Summary: She won’t win against Masamune, but that was not the purpose. It was the chase, the thrills and the rewards that would follow.
A/N: Soft Smut. Fluff. This fic was meant for a req awhile ago but... I got carried away so might as well post it lol.
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The manor this late morning was lively, as usual, although the blue sky began to turn grey and the clouds mischievously hid the sun from shining upon Azuchi. The promising rain would arrive anytime soon, unfortunately.
No weather could stop the two figures who were running around the manor.
They had their own world, only him and her.
Footsteps echoed through the hallways, she tried to run as fast as she could — well, it could be faster if not because of the kimono and the traditional sandals, it was quite disheartening.
She won’t win but that was not the purpose of this game, it was the chase, the thrills and the rewards that would follow.
Earlier, they were sitting side by side behind his desk when Masamune suddenly pulled her waist close, attempting to kiss her.
“No kiss.” Her hand sneaked between their lips. Before he reacted, she leaned close to whisper into his ear. “You can only kiss me if you caught me.” Immediately scrambled away from him, she stood up and retreated from his chambers.
“Brave enough to challenge the tiger, aren’t you, kitten?” Masamune chuckled low, the letters on his desk were left forgotten as he rose to his feet, hurried to chase her.
There was Masamune behind her, chasing with a faster half-running pace.
Another warlord came into the sight but it did not stop her. “You two! Don’t run in the hallways.” Hideyoshi scolded but neither of them were concerned, his warning was ignored as Masamune passed through. “Masamune, we have a War Council in the afternoon!”
“I remember.” But the question was, would it stop him? None of his vassals ever attempted to. He kept chasing her, leaving Hideyoshi behind.
Turning in a corner, Masamune halted for a moment to realize she disappeared from sight. But he was no warlord if he was not attentive. A slight space between the chambers’ shoji door in front of him caught his attention, he crept closer without hesitation. Smirking a little when he heard her heavy breaths behind the shoji door. Found you.
“You can’t go anywhere, kitten.” He opened the door impatiently, and so confidently, only to have her sneak out under his arm and run to the hallway again.
Her laughter was accompanied with a smile as bright as the morning sun that was hidden behind grey clouds. “Not that easily.” In the hallway, she sauntered away with giggles trailing behind her, half running and leaving him stunned in his spot.
A kitten won’t be able to win against a tiger but she still had claws.
Masamune recovered fast and laughed out loud, her little stunt only added fuel to his fire. “When I catch you, I will have more than one kiss.” He muttered before running after her, passing Kojuro on his way. No one was quite surprised to see them so free spirited and lively like this, perhaps it was what made this manor more alive than the others.
To realize Masamune catching up too fast, she ran down to the garden but as expected, he followed behind. Out of breaths, she held up her hand to stop him. “Wait, I need to breathe.”
“There’s no agreement for that, lass.” Masamune kept stepping closer, leisurely this time since his prey was right in front of him. Confidence sparked bright in his blue eye. “I catch you, I get a kiss, there’s no other rules.”
“Oh didn’t Hideyoshi say you have a War Council to attend soon enough, you should prepare yourself.” Stalling won’t hurt, she refused to lose as hopeless as it was.
Masamune still had enough time for this game, fortunately. “No other way out, I won’t let you win this time.” He stepped closer and closer in firm steps, arms spread wide to catch her.
No, she did not have the intention to surrender easily, stepping backwards to avoid him. Giggles erupted from her, the adrenaline from the chase earlier still pumping high. Backwards, farther, she only halted when her back pressed against a tree in the middle of the garden. A tree that was recently placed there.
Uh, oh. Dead end.
Amused, Masamune laughed and stalked closer, both palms pressed against the tree to trap her in between his arms. “What is the matter, kitten? You seem troubled being trapped like this.”
Trapped, truly trapped, she swallowed hard, trying to sneak to the side but both of his arms won’t allow any escape attempt. Her chin lifted in defiance. “Your retainers are around, I can’t kiss you here if you still want to look cool.” Empty threat, certainly.
“Two kisses. Now.” He leaned closer, stopping barely an inch before her lips and their breaths mingled.
His breath ghosted against her lips, a temptation and she knew Masamune did it on purpose. “The deal is one.” The attempt to focus her attention to his eye might be a mistake, to see it burned bright with desire.
“Two, or the chase will resume. I have to remind you kitten, you will be the one who kiss, not the other way.” He smirked so confidently, having all the upper hands. “A chaste kiss is unacceptable.”
Oh, he was pulling all of his cards on the table. That look he gave her was irresistible but — “One kiss.” She stubbornly retorted, a smile playing in her lips. A part of her enjoyed this game too much but the other part was quite desperate to kiss him.
Until.. Drip, drip, drip.
Rain began to pour down and the new tree was not enough to shelter them from raindrops, the small branches and the lack of leaves made them both soak little by little. The droplets of water fell against her hair and her shoulders. “It’s raining, we should— “
“Perfect.” Masamune cut her off, smirking deviously at her. Realizing the grey mist of the rain blanketed them and hiding them from any wandering eyes from the manor’s hallways. “No more fear of being seen.” He didn’t budge at all although he began to get drenched, his face remained close and he made it impossible to resist any longer.
She’d lost. Pursing her lips, she sighed in defeat. “One kiss and I’ll give you another when we get inside.” They had to go inside to avoid catching a cold.. Well, supposedly.
“Good kitten.” And he waited, still with the same teasing smirk even he had won.
Slender fingers grabbed the collars of his kimono as she drew him close to kiss his lips. If he wanted a kiss that was not a chaste one, then alright, she would give her best. Her hands settled on his face and she pressed her lips even harder — her tongue forced his lips to part and slide into his mouth, coaxing him to return the fervor.
Masamune’s hands sliding against her sides, slow caresses as if he was holding a treasure. For him, she was the rarest treasure. Pressing her body against the tree, he returned her kiss with even more fervor than hers despite the droplets of rain that slipped between their lips. The kiss lasted longer than it should and their clothes, their hair now soaked.
The drenched kimono now weighed down her body. “Satisfied, now?” Breathless, she released him and leaned away.
“Not yet, there’s still another kiss I’m looking forward to.” Masamune let go of her, only to bend down and sweep her off to carry her in his arms.
“I can walk inside by myself, Masamune.” She protested as he stepped away from the tree, right through the pouring rain. One of her sandals fell off on their way to the manor. “Wait! My sandal!” Her hand stretched out, tried to reach the sandal on the ground behind them.
“Kojuro will handle that.” Masamune laughed low, uncaring that it was raining as he walked so casually. “No chance for you to escape the second kiss, I already caught you.”
“That was because of the tree and the rain. I could’ve survived longer than that!” Then she laughed along, arms curling around his neck.
“Could you?” Masamune let out a scoff and stopped for a second once they arrived in front of his door, still reluctant to let her down. “You have no idea how much I’m in love with you, kitten.”
A grin, then her hand stretched out to slide open the shoji door for them. “You’re right, I have no idea.” Once he put her down on her feet, she immediately closed the door behind them, grabbed him hard by the front of his kimono. “Show me, Masamune.” Smiling, she kissed him deep then let her teeth tug at his bottom lip. Playful, seductive, ensnaring.
Who was he to refuse such a challenge from his kitten? Masamune always loved challenges and when it came from her, he had no will to refuse at all. Rather, he would love to challenge her in return. He kissed her with an unquenched thirst, one that probably would last for a lifetime. Before long, their tongues danced in lustful heat, wet and warm, tasting each other while his hands impatiently undressed her kimono.
And her whole body responded to his desire. Her tongue swirled rough against his, hands slipped in front of his kimono and brushed off the fabric to rake her nails on his muscled chest, on his skin, as she herself was shivering. Droplets of water scattered everywhere on the tatami floor as they stripped each other, hair damp from the rain and desperately seeking warmth from their body heat.
Breathing turned uneven, Masamune released the kimono from his waist as he led them towards his futon, the kiss lasted until he lowered her.
Tiny droplets from her skin and hair dropping onto the bedclothes but all Masamune saw was the stunning sight of his lover. He skillfully climbed on top of her. “Your skin is too cold for my liking, I’ll warm you until you are burning. To make sure you won’t have a cold.” He smirked then his kisses were on her neck, sucking at the flesh and teeth grazed upon delicate skin, leaving red marks here and there.
A warm tingle surged through her, the passion he set aflame. “Burn me all you want.” She purred and canted her head to the side for him. Oh, she certainly burned in every spot he touched, he kissed. Slowly, the heat he inflicted became feverish as it spread throughout her body, her legs encircled around his hips. All of her nerves tingling with anticipation.
Masamune’s eye sparked with mischief. “Until you scream.” His kisses trailing over her neck and she tipped her head back against the sheet, sighing a moan. He kissed along the throat, between her collarbones, between her breasts and slowly climbed to the tip.
Her eyes closed as she tried to inhale a deep breath before his tongue swirled around the tip of her breast and he let out a low growl, sucking and nibbling with force that left her moaning. Burying her fingers in his dark hair, she arched herself, hips involuntarily bucking against him — begging for his touch. “Touch me more, Masamune.”
The bold words rewarded with a touch of his fingers along her folds, rubbing hard on the sensitive nub and a whimper escaped her lips. Rough and unforgiving, but it was what she craved from him. He leaned away from her breast, trailing his lips upward to her ear, kissing the spot beneath it to listen to her moaning. “You always like it when I’m rough.” He whispered with his deep voice, unintentionally seductive in all his masculine glory, and nibbling her earlobe with his teeth.
It was true, she liked it when he thrust rougher, gripping her rougher, kissing her so mercilessly, biting her skin to leave his marks; when no restraint could hold him back. And she, too, was rough in her touch, kiss and in needing him. “Not just me, you love it that way.” Heavily panting, an undeniable urge drove her hips bucking wildly as Masamune’s finger entered her, stretching her walls. “Kiss me more and don’t you dare stop.” Tugging him by his neck forward, she kissed him so ferociously and let her tongue danced against his in a similar rhythm of his finger inside her.
Masamune slid the second finger with ease, smirking against her lips when he felt her tightness pushing against his fingers. He chuckled deep. “Already this tight and wet, hm? It’s not even rough yet.” Fully aware of what she loved, what she craved, his fingers plunged in and out of her at a faster pace, curling, stroking against her slippery warmth until he himself groaned at the temptation.
And their lust for each other spiraled out of control.
In the agony of her lust, she squirmed, bucking her hips, moaning into his mouth. Her fingernails were clawing at his shoulders, leaving her own marks among his scars. A retaliation of the ones he left on her skin earlier. Her body was warm now, no, she was burning with inexplicable desire, leaving her panting heavily, gasping whenever he thrust and curling his fingers deep, right in the sweet spot of hers. She came undone, walls clenching tight around his fingers and whimpered in delight.
A smirk was in its place when he pulled his fingers out of her and lined himself instead in her entrance. The throbbing ache inside him needed to be quenched. “I forbid you to hold back even though it's daytime, kitten.” Masamune mumbled, an unbridled desire in his eye.
Between her pants, she took a moment to breathe deeply. “When have I ever?” She grinned, catlike, returning his gaze with heavy lidded eyes and similar desire burning in them. Masamune pushed into her until he was buried to the hilt, she could only gasp which he used this chance to assault her mouth and her hips bucked impatiently. Closer, closer, she needed him closer.
Masamune began to roll his hips and thrust, growled in pleasure as his thrust became relentless. “You feel too good.” His control was teetering on the edge when her slender fingers tangled in his hair, gripped it at the roots, tugging harder to hear him groan, the way she liked the noises he made. “Scream loud for me, let everyone hear how you love the way I pleasure you.” Muscled arm roughly gripped her waist, burying his face on her breasts, placing biting kisses all over them before he yanked her knees up and threw them over his shoulders, stroking deep into her.
Her moans increased at the same rhythm of his thrust, becoming heavier when Masamune fastened the pace to throw her over the edge. Yes, she liked his lack of control, she loved it too much. “Harder, Masamune.” A whine through her desperate moans, already clenching tight, even tighter as his thrust lost the rhythm and carnal desire took over. A loud cry clawed its way out of her lips, too loud perhaps, as her walls convulsed against his length — she gasped, fingernails digging deep in his scarred backside the moment her body shuddered against him. Pleasure surged through her veins.
The sight of her slender figure, skin glistened with sweat and head thrown back with her hair splayed across his sheet. Oh, and that parted rosy lips, the whimpers that came unbidden from her. “I’m not finished with you yet, my tigress.” Aroused and lost in the storm of lust, Masamune slammed more and more frantic inside her convulsing walls. His deep, guttural growl was accompanied with a bruising grip on her thigh. A violent shudder, and he released himself inside her.
The waves of pleasure crashed in a tidal wave.
Her arms clung to him, she was trembling under Masamune. Both were breathless and panting, he kissed her tenderly before settling down by her side in the futon. Soft giggles between heavy pants, she glanced sideways. “You still have to attend the War Council, remember.”
Masamune dragged his fingers to comb through her hair, still a bit damp but dry enough by now. “Warm enough, kitten?” He gave her a tender, affectionate smile.
“No.” Her head shook, soft fingertips caressing his bare chest. “I think I might catch a cold if you don’t keep me warm again tonight.”
With eyes still locked, they laughed in unison.
A silent communication of how much their love binding them together.
Fandom: MLQC
Pairing: Victor x MC (Michiru)
Rating: M
Words: 2,338
Warnings: NSFW. Vaginal Sex. Self-harm mention. Angst Feels? xD
Summary: In the eternal dream world, they only had each other and both were broken and bent. She needed him, and for once, Victor also needed her.
A/N: Soft Smut. Angst. AU-ish. So.. I mixed some aspects from Chp. 18 & 20 to create this fic (very self indulgent tbh~) xD
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The infinite white world, the endless snowfall, all they felt was the bitterness of uncertainty, nothing more than tired bones and weary hearts.
A wounded tried to heal another wounded — laughable, perhaps, but they only had each other in this strange, strange world they were trapped in.
A world with no one else awake but her, and Victor.
How many times had he almost lost her? That fateful day of their first meeting when he saved her, their second meeting, many times he used his power to save her but — Victor almost lost her to something beyond his control. Twice, now.
That night of finding her with blood in her wrists — if he arrived a minute too late, if he did not find her… She would have..
Then, today.
She had lost herself again, lost herself and nowhere to be found.
Victor began to run, leaving his place behind. “Where is she?” His mind raced after he couldn’t find her anywhere inside. In the snowfall, he searched through the places that were familiar to her. LFG, her office, her apartment, but no sight of her at all. He arrived in the park and still did not see her anywhere around. Hours had passed, his worry turned to fear, almost suffocating.
Victor did not stop searching until he arrived near the lake. From distance he found her silhouette through the white snow, wandering aimlessly. He quickly approached her, the exact moment as she stood near the edge of the lake, closer — and her feet tripped from something, she was falling forward.
“No!” Victor shouted, and he ran with all of his strength and grabbed her arm before she fell to the dark depth of the frozen lake. He pulled her into his embrace. “What were you doing?!”
Her empty eyes stared up and finally registered his presence. “..Victor?”
A voice that was hopeless, so helpless, and her eyes looking up to him, so sadly, it broke his heart. Victor took off his suit and draped it across her shoulders to shield her from the freezing snow, and he embraced her again even though his heartbeat was still provoked by fear. “I’m here, you’re safe.” He stroked her hair tenderly, soothing and comforting her through the unforgiving snowfall.
Frightening memories brought to the surface, the realization of their unforeseen circumstance of being in this kind of world. And despite his power, he was unable to fix this. Knuckles turning white, Victor clenched his jaw, the cold water pouring down from the showerhead onto him as he sat down on the shower floor. Drenched. Vulnerable, shivering.
Cold, so cold, a necessity to numb his fear of losing her.
Pacing in front of his room, she was awakened from the short nap after the terrible event earlier. To apologize for her momentary lapse of weakness, a result from the state of her fractured mind. The sound of the running water from the bathroom was loud enough to hear, but Victor should have come out by now. It was too long. “Victor..?” Her voice called out through the small crack of the door.
No answer, and she was terribly worried. Feet moved on their own accords to step inside the room, farther into his bathroom. The blurry shadow behind the glass wall, Victor slumped down, sent her running and opened the shower door.
Victor, his head hung low, drenched in his unbuttoned dress shirt and loosened tie. Dark hair was disheveled, the wet ends clung to his face.
The water hit her skin, it was not warm, it was cold. “Oh no..” Hurriedly, she stepped forward to turn it off but his dripping wet hand suddenly caught her wrist. She flinched because his skin was ice cold. Fighting against his hold, she turned off the water and crouched down in front of him. “Victor.. You’ve been in here too long..”
He raised up his head, empty eyes staring at her.
Her heart clutched at her throat and she gasped a little. As strong as he was, Victor was still a human. Trapped in this world — she couldn’t imagine how he felt and she was too drowning in her own tangled mess of a suffering soul, had forgotten about how this chaos might affect him.
Oh yes, she was the one to blame. “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry, Victor.” Spoken in a cracked voice, guilt and regret slicing through her heart. Her palm caressed his cheek, warm against his cold skin. “I shouldn’t burden you, but all I did was— ” All she did was to make it worse to him.
“You never burdened me.” He cut her off, placing his hand on top of hers, though his eyes were still devoid of emotion. Yes, she never did. It was the inevitable that caught him off guard.
Tears welled up in her eyes, it was painful to see him like this. Victor, who was always strong, now stripped away from his world, everything he had. Because of her. Her hand slipped away from his face to wrap her arms around him. He was drenched, cold, and she fought off an onslaught of her own tears. But it hurt too much, wet tears stained her cheeks, salty on her lips.
Warm him up, breathe life into him, only you who can do this. Her soul whispered.
Oh, her warmth, the warmth he much needed from all the conflicts inside him. Victor returned the embrace with strong arms, almost clinging to her.
After some moments, she leaned back a little — but her heart knew.. It fluttered against her ribcage, wanting him.
Before they both even had the thought, their lips met, collided, devoured each other. A subconscious gesture as their desire burst into scorching flame.
“I’m sorry..” With trembling lips, she whispered into his mouth, a ‘sorry’ won’t change anything but her heart weep for him.
Victor pulled her up along with him to stand, he should have let her go, brought her out of this bathroom. But he could not. For once, he was the one who needed her.
The coldness of his skin did not make her flinch, and she didn’t let go of him, either, unbuttoned the only button that still held the dress shirt together. To wipe away all the burden she caused him.
He held her wrists before she reached for his slightly unbuckled belt, breaking the kiss. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Almost choked on her own words, the inner turmoil spilling out through her tears. All the longing for him was rising, and she felt unsafe without him. Before she might break again— “I need you, Victor.” His name was spoken breathlessly, strangely alluring in his ears.
Wrap her up, enfold her, you’re the one who can save her from herself. His soul whispered.
She needed him, it was his most desire amongst all. Be there when she needed, be the one to protect her, to save her.
Greedy fingers roaming on the bare skin beneath her blouse. The sensation of her warmth coursed through the entirety of his being, warming his skin and his heart. Victor succumbed to his desire. He cupped her breasts, the softness was a comfort against his calloused palm and their kiss intensified as his tongue probed along her lower lip, demanding an entrance.
Parting her lips for him, she let him taste her, explore her. Slender fingers trembled as she began to unbutton her own blouse, rushing with unbridled desire, and Victor shed all of his clothes. Every piece of fabric had fallen, entirely soaked in the cold bathroom floor.
A gentle pause as strong arms confined her in his embrace, his mouth hovered in heated hesitance, but her lips claimed his first. Her hand reached down to brush against his length, stroking gently. The need of oxygen was forgotten as her body and soul ached for him, until they ran out of air.
Victor hoisted her up against the wall glass, her legs wrapped around his waist. He began to trail openmouthed kisses along her shoulders, to her neck, her jaw then claiming her lips again, and again. His hand kneaded the intimate curve of her breast roughly and she was squirming as he pinned her harder against him.
His breath warm against her skin, sending delicate shivers along her spine while her hips bucked unashamedly against his arousal. “I need you, please, I need you so much I can’t bear it. Please.” All this time, Victor was the tether that held her together.
Wrap me up, enfold me.
His already-vulnerable restraint loosened, replaced with a surge of lust; midnight eyes darkened and hers were heavy lidded under fluttering lashes.
His length entered her wetness, slow, hesitant.
“Victor, I’m alright.” Words whispered through her gasps, writhing from the sensation and her arms clung around his neck. “Feel me as much as you need, that’s what I’m asking of you.”
His hips jerked a little as his length sank deeper into her, stretching silken walls as it enveloped him. Groaning deep, strong arms embraced her, leaving no space between them.
Warm me up, and breathe me.
“You’re warm.” He whispered hoarsely after a groan, binding himself with her. His eyes stared at her in lustful admiration. Her fingers crept up to tangle in the dark locks, the softest whine escaped her lips and lashes fluttered. Many times she had been broken, lost, hurt, but Victor was always there.
Now it was her turn — I’m here for you.
And she felt alive, enlivened by his intimate presence. “Feel me..” It was her plea, wanting nothing more than to be claimed by him, and yet she was also taking what she could have from him. The taste of him, his scent, his touch. Uncaring of the echoed sound of his flesh slapping against hers and the sound of her desperate moans.
Every thrust sent her back arched against the glass wall, too cold compared to the warmth of his skin but she endured it. For him. His thrust was slow, languid and the pace picked up as the tension building, the desire became intense. His tongue in her mouth paced similarly with his thrust as it entwined with hers. A sensuous rhythm that might drive her insane from lust by its sheer roughness and tenderness, allowing them to feel each other in the most intimate way possible.
Their desire to prolong the intimate agony and bliss eventually defeated by their primal, urgent need, she bucked her hips to meet his thrust, adding more friction to the sensation of his length stroking her inner muscles. “More, I want to feel you more.” As her walls clenching and clenching, she pleaded with her whimpering moans.
Victor grunted to feel her this tight. “Bear with me.” He drove her up against the glass wall with a few final thrusts. Rough, and hard. And he groaned deep in his throat, arms wrapping her tight.
He thrust, she writhed, she moaned—
And they both shattered.
All that was left was a pure state of bliss; heavy pants, a sweetly tender kiss.
Together they breathed heavily, entangled around each other. Their eyes met and she held his gaze, her heavy breathing ghosted on his lips. Victor did not lower her down to stand on the bathroom floor, his strong, muscled arms swept her off to carry her out of the bathroom.
Not to her own room, but his — on his bed. The mattress bounced slightly when he lowered her down, and he remained hovering above her, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “Are you alright?” He knew her skin was soaked from the glass wall’s wet surface, her state of mind had been different, and he had claimed her. Victor proceeded to cover her figure with his sheet.
Inclining her head to a nod, her hands reached out to his face, cupping them gently. “I’m sorry I have caused you troubles, being too wrapped up in my own fear that I forgot what's most important to me. You, Victor.” Her smile stained with a trace of sorrow but a new fire blossomed in her eyes. Warm, and alive.
Eyes closed, his forehead pressed against hers. “Never disappear again.”
And there was a momentary silence that felt more intimate than it should be.
Leaning away, she trailed fingertips alongside his face and brushed back a wet strand of his hair. “There’s no excuse for what happened and I know what I’ve done was so horribly worrying for you. I put you in tough situations but.. I’ll be stronger.” When push came to shove, she had to.
“Make me proud.” A hint of smile tugged his lips, relieved and hopeful.
“You’ll see.” I will, of course I will. Everything but to see you in pain and vulnerable again. “But on one condition, I will always need you to watch over me so you can see it yourself and be proud of me.” Instead of letting go, her arms encircled his neck and she pulled him down to her side.
He seemed almost hesitant but with only an exhale of breath left from his mouth, Victor settled on the bed and leaned into a pillow beside her with an expression that far too gentle for him.
“Tomorrow will be a new day for us.” Her hand pulled the sheet to cover him as well, for they both were still bare. “We’ll make it through eventually, I know there must be a way out.” Together. Alive.
“Since when you became this wise?” He pulled her close and pressed his lips on her forehead.
“I learned it from the best.” Her soft chuckle returned with a slight smile, then an almost inaudible ‘Dummy’ and her lips curved into a smile of her own, an arm rested over his chest.
They closed their eyes at the same time, slipping into the slumber.
The solace they found was blissful and tranquil, arms remained around each other until the morning.
Fandom: MLQC
Pairing: Cyril (Hypnos) x MC (Michiru)
Rating: G
Words: 1,029
Summary: Not everyone needed a saving, she could never save him from his perfect world. The suffering of a frostbite awaited if she ever dare to try.
A/N: Angst. Spoilers for Chp.19+ ...I’m so in love with him omg, watch me write more angst? smut? both? about him lol
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Two different worlds, the same buildings and skyscrapers but this scenery was nothing but a dream. Of the world that should not be real, everything was white and pure and infinitely beautiful.
The familiar asphalt road felt foreign beneath the feet. All alone, wandering in a strange, strange world blanketed in white snow.
To want, or to not want this world...?
There was one other person — the only one who was not falling into slumber in this dream world. Her feet moved on their own accords to the plaza where he usually was, but there was no sign of him. Only a thin white mist in the air.
Entering the spacious area, eternally white, frozen, her gaze glanced over to the unoccupied piano and recalled their conversations. The moments of uncertainty that corrupted her heart. The echo of a cold voice within her head was louder, and louder.
Is this not the world you wanted?
The right answer was there within reach but— Not yet. Just a little more, while she strengthened her heart and until the doubts vanished.
To not be burdened, to breathe. For just a little while.
Amidst of her uncertainty, she stepped towards the white piano, settled on the seat and her fingers poised over the keys. Old memories resurfaced, how she used to play piano before her life turned upside down. It had been a long while. After listening to the mysterious pianist’s play, it awakened her desire though her skill was nothing compared to his. And so, her fingertips drifted across the keys.
A graceful movement, a muscle memory.
The melody of Moonlight Sonata echoed through the plaza. Melancholic, a tinge of sorrow — the way her heart felt at the moment.
The sound of footsteps interrupted her concentration and her fingers missed the note she was supposed to play, the wrong note creating a mess of the melody. Her head turned to the direction of the footsteps and she saw him approaching.
“Oh, sorry. It’s unoccupied so...” Rising up from the seat, she moved to stand aside the piano.
He silently approached the piano and slipped to the seat, his expression hadn’t changed, solemnly cold, as if he was also frozen with this world.
“Moonlight Sonata.” He stated, recognition in his eyes.
“Yes, I used to play it a lot before.”
“Used to? Why did you not keep playing?”
A momentary silence as her fingers fiddling nervously on the fabric of her skirt. “...Grief.” That was all she could say before her gaze turned away, seeking for an escape from his eyes.
“This world might be better for you, after all.” His voice was nonchalant as he raised his fingers with supreme confidence. Head held high, the straight posture, the picture of a true professional pianist. “It is a perfect world for you.” With his graceful fingertips, he pressed the piano keys to play the Moonlight Sonata.
Only emptiness emerged within the tunes.
Even the deadliest ice was beautiful in its own wretched way.
The most suffering part of her soul was drawn to the melody, to him. Her gaze returned to watch him playing, attentive and unwavering. Her own fingertips unconsciously tapped rhythmically against the top of the piano’s surface following the notes he played.
Be careful, this is your weakness, you are no savior. And yet, as the piece finished, she stepped forward to him and her hand moved itself to touch his face. Slow, cautious. Unable to heal your own wounds, so you settle for healing others?
He did not turn away or pull her hand off, he merely turned his head and stared up with eyes devoid of emotions. She was the one who almost flinched as her palm came in contact with his ice cold skin, enduring the biting burst of coldness.
“You’re cold. Don’t you ever feel warmth?”
“No.” Cold, as always.
“You’re lying.”
His green eyes bore into hers; almost freezing her soul.
But no, the fire within her was not easily distinguished. “I don’t believe that you never or can’t feel warmth. You said over and over again, this is a perfect world. How can it be perfect if there’s no warmth from others?”
“Deep within your heart, you are aware of what the perfect world might be to you. Or else you won’t be here.” Solemn voice, the same gentle gaze.
“I can’t imagine you living alone by yourself for the rest of your life in this world. I just can’t.” A soft smile curved her lips, empathetic eyes piercing into his stoic ones while the soft pad of her thumb caressed his icy cold skin. Promising a profound tenderness. “When you care about someone, you must be prepared for the pain too.”
“Why would you?”
“Because it keeps me alive. As painful as it was.”
But all of her efforts was met with an impenetrable ice wall, his gloved hand pried off her hand from his face. “I have no desire for such a world that is filled with pain and chaos.”
All she felt was coldness sweeping under her skin and snow soaking into her bones. You can never save him from his perfect world. A voice within her whispered, laughed, and her lips pressed in a thin line as her breaths formed a thin mist. The numbness from her palm was the trace of her failure, she curled her hand into a fist.
“Fleeting warmth is unnecessary for a perfect world, it’s beautiful as it is.” He stood tall before her, staring for a moment before turning around.
The temperature dropped, dropped, and dropped without his presence. Left alone in the white, frozen plaza, her eyes fixated on the back of his white tuxedo until he faded into the distance, obscured by the white mist of the snow; as if he became the snow itself.
The encouraging whispers of ‘Let him go’ swirling through her mind. A warning. Yet, her curled fist lifted up and rested upon her chest, where the scorching heart was, where empathy scratched and clawed within.
No, I can’t.
A subconscious promise of her own impending failure.
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Mitsuhide x MC (Reira)
Rating: T+
Prompts: “I’m not losing you again!”
Words: 1,478
Summary: Mitsuhide wished for it to never happen for the second time, he almost lost her once. But once again, death tried to claim her..
A/N: ANGST. (w/ happy ending bcs I’m already broken from writing the angst part lol) Anon pls know that you broke me with this request (and I made it worse, this is Mitsuhide POV xD) but thank you~~
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Their journey of life had barely begun and in the midst of war, survival became the strongest weapon anyone should wield. Mitsuhide taught her many skills for her to survive, and did his very best to protect her, but it would never ensure her safety.
Truthfully, whether he accepted it or not, her survival always depended on herself, and life could take turn from safe to deadly at any chance.
He wished for it to never happen for the second time — he almost lost her once.
The day began with nothing out of ordinary, but he had a moment of weakness, consumed by the immense happiness to have his beloved by his side. They went out of town for a stroll on the outskirts of Azuchi, unaware there would be an assassination attempt for him, and she got tangled between.
Five ronin cornered them in a clearing where he brought her for a sightseeing. Five were not too many for Mitsuhide but her, always with her strong sense of being a savior…
“Remain behind, do not leave unless I tell you so.” Mitsuhide had his rifle poised to the assassin, three had fallen and two remained. He would win this fight.
“Alright.” She said, peeking over his shoulder.
What they did not expect was one of the fallen bodies was rising, though bloodied and dying. In their last moment, the assassin reached for his fallen sword and sprinted towards them both from the side. Desperate to finish his task before his death.
Mitsuhide was a split second too late, the other two had kept him distracted enough, he turned his head to the incoming attack when..
“No! Mitsuhide!” She sidestepped Mitsuhide and put herself in between Mitsuhide and the third ronin, shielding him.
And the sword slashed along her shoulder.
Mitsuhide screamed her name, eyes widened in off-guard shock, and caught her body before she had fallen to the ground. The blood seeped into his white kimono but his wrath had blinded him. No, no, no. “I am not losing you again!” He gritted his teeth as the devastating memory of the arrow on her back resurfaced, the fear nearly robbed his breathing.
His features filled with indecipherable rage. He no longer cared to find information from the assassins, all he could think about was to avenge what they’d done to her.
And he did, none of them remained alive.
He barely felt pain from his own wounds as he carried her unconscious body in his arms through the castle gate, fortunate enough Hideyoshi had passed by in coincidence.
“I’ll find a healer.” Hideyoshi glanced at the girl in Mitsuhide’s arms.
“Find Ieyasu, I require only his assistance. Inform him to find us in my chambers.” Mitsuhide spoke before he hurried to carry her to his chambers.
In his chamber, he laid her down in his bedding, the bedclothes slowly turned crimson with her blood. He remained calm although fear threatened to break him into pieces, but his mind reeling for what he should do while his hand remained on her neck most of the time, checking her pulse. She’s still alive, it was the only tether that kept him in one piece.
Ieyasu entered his chambers, stopped when he saw her blood in the bedding. “We should summon a healer.”
Mitsuhide who sat down, rising up to his feet and approached Ieyasu. “No need. I will handle this myself.” His voice was unusually grievous. “If you care to assist me on tending her wound— “
Ieyasu glanced over the unconscious, bleeding girl, nodded. “I’ll inform the maids to bring everything we need.”
After they cleaned her wound and Ieyasu had left, he dressed her in a sleeping robe, Mitsuhide remained on her side. Not letting anyone in unless the warlords, he could not trust anyone else who might endanger her life even more.
Leaning close, he caressed her pale cheek. “Why would you…?” He muttered in a broken voice. The girl who was once cowering behind him, fainted in the war, but now bravely protecting him. And hurt, and might be dying because of him.
His heart constricted in pain.
He placed his lips on her forehead, silent tears from his eyes had fallen on her cheeks. “Fight, my dear one. I cannot live without you.”
His heart was bleeding, terrified of losing its other half.
Mitsuhide waited, and waited, patiently cleaned her wound and changed the bandage all by himself. Barely ate even as Masamune brought some food and forced him to. He never lost his faith in her, he knew how strong she was, how full of life she was.
..And how she loved him enough to sacrifice herself.
Why must you protect me, dear one? Because he’d rather have himself wounded, or die, rather than her.
He took her hand and placed it upon his cheek, the usual voice and composure slipping away and all that was left was Mitsuhide who was consumed with fear. “I do not want to see you die. I never.. If you do, I might — “ A pause, a cracked exhale. Mitsuhide closed his eyes, fear of loss remained imprinted on his soul.
The darkness felt grim, the fear was corrupting his heart, tightened around his throat. A vile taste of helplessness, and an old wound that cracked open.
Days passed, but she still had not recovered and he received a new mission from Nobunaga. He was conflicted, certainly. Peculiar, was it not, how he had thrown from immense happiness into yet another terrible fear.
And a wrenching silence in his soul.
The dawn before he had to depart from Azuchi. In the midst of night’s silence, Mitsuhide who had been sleeping in another bedding by her side was stirring. A soft voice was calling his name.
Is it a dream..?
When the voice uttered his name for the second time, his eyes shot open, turning his head to her side. Pale moonlight that streamed through the screen caused her to look ghostly, but her smile was bright and he noticed her outstretched hand, attempting to reach him. “Little one..” He breathed out, dragging his upper body to meet her touch and let her hand settle on his face.
“I made you worry, didn’t I?” Pale lips curved upwards in a weak smile.
“Not at all, I know you will return to me.” Mitsuhide lied through his teeth with ease.
Delicate brows furrowed, a slight amusement flickered in her eyes as she remained laying on the bedding. “I might be not a mind-reader like you, but I know that was a lie.” For she recognized in his face, handsome but hardened with faint lines of emotional scarring.
A smile tugged on his lips. “Perhaps you have a talent to become one.” He cautiously leaned down to kiss her lips, chaste and short but full of love. “You should never have made such a brazen sacrifice, not on my behalf.”
“Can’t promise you that. I will do it all over again if I can save you.” Her smile was weak, her lovely face was pale, vulnerable but her words were a burning flame.
He’d lost. Lost for words, lost in love.
It was the reason why his heart longed for her since the beginning. The unwavering fire within her that sparked bright, attracting the kitsune and made him bent down on his knees with her love.
The love shone through Mitsuhide’s inexplicably tender gaze, lips curved into a smirk. “I may have to ensure you will never have to, never again.” He held up her hand and kissed the palm, then glanced to the bandaged shoulder behind her sleeping robe. “I’m afraid I have to leave in the morning for a mission.”
Pursing her lips a little in slight disappointment, she stared into his eyes. “I don’t like that you have to leave so soon, but I’ll do my best to recover.”
He barely had the will to do the mission, he wanted to be here with her, for her. “Once I return, I will spoil you until you plead with me to put an end to it, dear one.” In any way possible — he would bring her to the beautiful meadow full of flowers, to treat her with food and drinks, to pleasure her until she screamed out of her lungs. If only he didn’t have to leave for the mission.
“Oh, I’ll be looking forward to not ever pleading, Mitsuhide.” The mischief twinkle in her eyes sparked with life, the soft smile on her pale lips enticing him to no end.
And so, he devoured her with his kiss.
Mitsuhide would do anything for her.
He would fight against heaven and hell to not steal her from his side.
For a love formed in war, theirs might be one of the few that would survive against everything.
Fandom: MLQC
Pairing: Gavin x MC (Reira)
Rating: G
Prompt: “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
Words: 1,125
Summary: A nightmare about Gavin caught her off guard when he happened to be there that night. He comforted, reassured her that he won’t leave.
A/N: Hurt/Comfort. Chp.15 slight spoilers. Sorry anon, this got a bit angsty but FEELS. xD Thanks for requesting, I definitely need to write more Gavin hehe~
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Dangers, threats, dreams — always worsened at night when everyone was asleep, the quiet darkness and the shadows haunting in every corner of the minds that still awoke.
And Gavin could not escape it, he would always worry for her.
The knocks on her door hadn’t happened again but Gavin remained alert as he remained sitting on her couch in the living room, right outside her bedroom. Hours passed after their goodnights, unable to fall asleep as he was drowning with his concern for her.
I should protect her and keep her safe.
Leaning his back against the couch, his head tipped back and he stared blankly at the ceiling. The invisible weight on his shoulders was nothing compared to the thought of her being hurt, broken, or worse—
All of a sudden, the silence was broken. He heard a noise from her room, loud enough in the echoing silence of her apartment. Is she crying? When the crying did not subside, Gavin began to worry, waves of anxiety crashed and crashed relentlessly. He stood up from the couch, hesitantly walking over to the door of her bedroom.
A few times he called her name but no answer, she was still sobbing. Gavin forced himself to open the door, albeit hesitantly, finding the feminine figure curled under the sheet, shoulders trembling, so he hurried to approach her on the bed without remembering to turn on the light.
The crying escalated as her voice spoke to no one in particular, eyes still shut. “No, no, don’t!” She thrashed around, head shook against the pillow, arms resisting invisible grips. “Don’t take him from me!”
His hesitation crumpled in an instant. “Hey, hey— “ A familiar voice, then strong hands took a hold of her arms as his attempt to return her to reality. “Wake up, it’s just a bad dream.” Voice soft and soothing, Gavin sat on the edge, facing her and pulling her gently into his embrace. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
Despite his reassuring words, she sobbed still. The whirlwind of emotions from the dream caused her shoulders shaking but at last, she noticed his presence. Tears and darkness might have blurred her sight but she always recognized his voice. He’s here with me.
Gently stroking her hair, he placed her head on his shoulder. “Shh.. Just a dream.”
Slender fingers curled along the fabric of his shirt, so damn afraid of losing him again, and again. “..I’m sorry.” Soft, aching voice apologized for yet another moment of weakness. No one knew how much she hated crying in front of anyone and yet, he’d seen her in the worst state earlier when she poured out everything that haunted her within; now another one as she was caught off guard by a nightmare.
He paused momentarily at the echoes of her state of desperation, a slender figure enveloped in the strong, protective embrace. “What were you dreaming about? A nightmare?” How many terrible things had she gone through this far? How many nightmares she had before this one?
“It was you..” Her voice choked on the sob, poorly restrained, that escaped from her. Tormented, confused, her shoulders trembling. But the remnants of her dream reeled inside of her mind. “They hurt you, Gavin.. and they.. took you away.” And Gavin, bleeding all over, like that day.
Gavin’s eyes narrowed with disapproval, pulling her off of him to stare down at her. “Let me ask you something, do you believe that dream?” Reminiscing his previous glimpses of her tears, engraved in the deepest part of him. The girl who was usually brazen, persistent, stubborn against any chaos that was thrown onto her, now vulnerable, tears fallen from her cheeks for the third time — merely because of a bad dream about him. ”Look into my eyes.” Don’t cry, never again.
Through the darkness in her room, his amber eyes sparked bright, a shimmering star in the night sky.
“I don’t want to..” Distressed, her head shook.
“Good.” He nodded, amber eyes fixated in hers. The determination within him slowly seeped into her, from his eyes, from the strong hands on her shoulders that kept her from crumbling apart. His voice was as sincere as his eyes. “I won’t leave.” And he waited patiently until her sobs calmed down, long fingers wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks.
Aware of the meaning behind his words without him explaining it loud or long, it was the special connection they had, Gavin didn’t have to put words and yet, she could understand him. Gaze downcast, her fingers released his shirt. “Your shirt.. I’m sorry.” The part on his shoulder soaked, with her tears.
“It’ll dry, don’t worry.” Gavin reached for her hand and squeezed it gently before he spoke in a hushed tone. “Go back to sleep, don’t let a bad dream bother you.”
“Thanks, I… I’ll be alright.” Her smaller hand squeezed in return, never shied away from his gaze. “If you don’t mind.. Can you stay here for a little bit?”
Hesitation grew, but he glanced at their joined hands.“If you want to, sure, until you fall asleep.” It was hard to resist when she pleaded like this and to know how much she needed him. At this point, he’d almost prefer it. Anything, for you. He glanced back at her. And smiled.
Her heart skipped a beat at the smile he offered, strangely tender for someone like Gavin. Rare, but it was what made it always special. Smiling slightly, she slipped back to her side on the bed, staring at him who was still smiling, and warmth filled his features. His soft, gentle gaze was reassuring her troubled heart, so she closed her eyes.
Gavin remained on the edge of her bed, sitting in silence, watching her falling asleep while her hand clung to his, then his gaze fell to the gingko bracelet on her wrist, glittering against the faint light from the living room.
He smiled softly.
I will always be here for you, no matter what happens.
Swallowing his bittersweet longing, Gavin stayed. And yet, after she had fallen asleep — Staying for a little bit more would be okay, right? Eyes closed, a smile tugged on his lips with a silent promise of flying with her to the top of the Ferris wheel someday.
Silence amidst chaos, a moment of peace as the night pulled him into slumber.
Once the dawn had broken and morning almost arrived, she was awakened to find Gavin asleep by her side. Quietly and carefully, she scooted closer to his side, rosy lips brushed against his cheek for a chaste kiss.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Comte x MC (Michiru)
Rating: M
Prompt: “I like the way your hand fits in mine.”
Words: 1,470
Warnings: NSFW. Vaginal Sex. Cockwarming.
Summary: The first of their blissful mornings, bright as sunlight, one morning to many others that would follow. Did you ever feel your heart ache because of too much happiness? Comte did, at last.
A/N: Soft Smut~ This happened hahaha. Stands as one shot but also can be a part of my Comte series so I’m using the same banner. Enjoy~~~
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The chirping birds outside the mansion and the stream of golden sunlight roused her from the peaceful slumber. The pillow was too comforting, the sheet around her body was warm against the colder temperature. In hope of not losing the comfort, she forced herself to drift into sleep once more.
However, the weight of someone’s gaze caused her eyelids fluttered open, albeit unwillingly, to see the unfamiliar ceiling ahead.
Oh. Not her bedroom.
The sheet rustled with her stirring movement.
Oh. She was wearing nothing under it.
For a moment, her hazy mind scrambled for the realization but a deep chuckle from her side stole her attention, a strong arm curled around her middle. Her eyes regarded him in all his golden glory, from the slightly messy golden hair yet never lessened his elegance, the gentle spark in his eyes that seemed to warm her heart; bright like the morning sunlight. To the curve of his lips that devoured hers so mercilessly last night, the bare shoulders that embraced her close.
The fading pleasant soreness between her legs — cheeks flushed as the memory of their precious night flickered.
“Comte? You’re already awake.”
“For a while, yes.” The teasing glint in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Please don’t tell me you’ve been watching me asleep?” A little pout before pulling the sheet higher to cover her bare skin.
“It was too tempting to not to.” Comte’s hand stopped her, taking one on his own then placed a kiss on top of her hand.
Her cheeks blushed even more over the intimate gesture, yes intimate, the sinful memories of all they had done last night returned. The first night they spent together, the echo of their moans and groans, body and limbs entangled, and now they both still bare under the white sheet.
The large, strong hand was trapping her hand inside, his calloused fingertips traced her palm as if he was tracing a constellation. “I quite like the way your hand fits in mine.”
Her hand retreated from his hold as she smiled playfully at him. “I prefer your lips, Comte.” Fingertip brushed against his bottom lip, a tender, affectionate gesture before wrapping a hand behind his neck and pulling him closer to press their lips in a soft kiss.
A slight humming sound was his approval, softly reverberated against her lips.
Unwillingly breaking their kiss, she muttered, “I should do the morning chores.” And yet, he didn’t let go and she made no attempt to separate herself from him either.
“Are you certain?” He whispered against her ear while holding her captive in his arms.
“You’re supposed to encourage me to be diligent. Not being such a distraction.”
“Late realization. I happen to rather enjoy distracting you and having you all to myself.” Well, no one would blame him for this kind of self indulgence.
Not that she would refuse his affection, surely. “Alright, distract me all you want.” A challenge sparked in her eyes, along with the desire he set aflame. “Try your best.”
Comte let out a soft laugh, pressing her closer against him as they laid side by side, smiling, facing each other. His fingertips trailed along her curves, to her hip, gently shoving aside the white sheet from her body. “The greatest distraction you shall receive, Mon amour.” He roughly grabbed and pulled up her leg, she wrapped it around his waist and soon felt him rubbing against her folds, heat pooled more in between her legs each time his length brushed the bundle of nerves.
Soft moans were silenced by Comte’s kiss as his warm tongue slipped into her mouth and she’d lost herself for a while in pure bliss, breasts pressed against his chiseled chest, then her hand retreated downward to stroke his length sensuously, she wanted to tease him a little more. Slender fingers wrapped around his length, her thumb gently rubbing circles on the tip.
A low grunt from him was swallowed by her mouth, and she had her little revenge. His length throbbing at her sensual touch while she kept stroking him until his hips moved with a little more urgency but she did not stop, knowing she tugged at his impatience and she loved to see him like this.
Impatient, Comte pulled her hand away from his length, and to prevent it from escaping his grasp, he laced their fingers together.
A smile against his lips and a whisper. “I’m not distracted enough, do better, Comte.” Oh, how she loved to tease him as much as he loved to tease her. Lifting her hips for him, she angled herself to provide better access.
Unwilling to wait, he lifted her leg up more and pressed his tip on her slick entrance, lingered for a second before entering her silken walls and began to thrust in a slow, languid pace. Comte groaned into her mouth and she moved her hips along with him, he devoured her in wet, passionate kisses. Delicate shivers perched along her spine — long lashes fanned out against her cheeks as her eyes fluttered close.
The mattress bounced slightly, sheets rustled at their movements, though he thrust inside so achingly slow, she began to feel impatient. Her leg tightened around his waist as she pressed her hips more, and more, so he could thrust deeper. And soft whimpers slipped past her lips as the side of her head settled deeper on the pillow.
A sudden knock on the door made them stop, however. “Le Comte. The breakfast is ready.” Sebastian announced.
Oh, they were probably too late for breakfast. She tensed and glanced to Comte, wondering what he would do. But he remained silent, unmoving, only smiling at her knowingly.
“He must be out, then.” Sebastian muttered behind the door and the sound of his footsteps fading away.
Silence dawned for a moment before he broke it off. “Why the sudden tightness, chérie?” Comte buried himself deep in her to savor the tightness of her walls, a faint smirk played on the corner of his lips.
Her hips bucked slightly at the sensation of him so deep inside her and her cheeks blushed. “No-nothing.” That was not on purpose, certainly.
“Distracted? Allow me to be your only distraction.” Slow, wet kisses to the crook of her neck before he began to thrust in and out relentlessly.
A soft gasp, then moans slipping out one by one from her until Comte’s lips descended on her, entwining his tongue with hers in the dance of desire. Her hand slid along his lower back, feeling his muscles moved each time he thrust.
Nothing, and no one else mattered anymore.
His length stroked her silken walls roughly while Comte fastened his pace, building the friction for them both to reach their release. There was a ‘please’ slipped unknowingly between her moans, urging him to move faster, and Comte heard her. Too impatient to waste the time, not when she was being so enticing in the late morning light and her plea dangerously igniting his own desire.
Panting heavily, closer and closer to be thrown over the looming edge, her hips desperately bucking against his to have more friction against his rough thrust. A breathy moan when he hit her sweet spot. Fingers gripped his golden hair, tugging and tugging while his fingertips teased along her spine, rewarding him with intense tightness. Her leg around his waist was shaking, body shuddered, she arched against him and her sweetest cry of pleasure was quickly swallowed by Comte’s mouth before it became too loud for anyone to hear.
Because she was his, and only his.
Her walls clamped so very tight around his length, pulling him deeper inside — his restraint was lost behind and he thrust roughly against her, attuning him with her clenched walls. He plunged inside her much harder, breath hitched, shuddered deep into her with his release.
The stars collided, and he kissed her deeply with all the love he mustered.
Their breathing slipped into a similar rhythm, two as one. As he leaned away a little, Comte’s gaze relished in the sight before him. Flushed body, blushing cheeks and swollen lips as sunlight danced into his room. Oh no, he could not take his eyes off of her and he’d forgotten how to breathe. “How absolutely charming.” Comte breathily whispered, pulling her in his embrace, remaining inside her. Enveloped by her warmth before they had to leave the bed.
The blanket might be keeping her warm, but she would much prefer his warmth. Not only the physical warmth — the warmth from his heart as well. A solace.
And his heart was filled with too much love and immense happiness, it ached in the best way possible.
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Kenshin x MC (Michiru)
Rating: T+
Prompt: “I shouldn’t be in love with you.”
Words: 1,865
Summary: Do not leave me, Kenshin pleaded silently. He could not bear it, he could not bear the dreadful thought of losing her, not to death.
A/N: ANGST. Canon divergence. This hurt my soul lol I don’t have the heart to make this fic angstier T_T bcs I loooove him~
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In this time of ruthless war — murders, assassinations, betrayals were likely to happen any time, anywhere. Kasugayama Castle was no exception.
Two days barely passed ever since Kenshin released her from the cell, no one had predicted this to happen.
The starry sky was painted in dark blue, the garden was illuminated by the outdoor lanterns. Admiring the flowers in the lovely garden after dinnertime, she waited for Kenshin’s return since he was supposed to return tonight from a one day trip to an ally nearby.
The evening was rather peaceful and serene, until sudden nausea and headache spread through her at once. Painful, the burning sensation in her throat, her stomach, it was suffocating — before long, her body weakened and fell on the ground. She panted heavily, eyes fluttered close and from a distance, a voice was calling her name.
Is that you, Kenshin? You’re home..
Kenshin hurried down to the garden, he’d seen her figure through the darkness and about to walk toward her when she collapsed. He ran to her side, abruptly lifted her body into his arms and called her name several times without any response, she was already unconscious.
Dread. Fear. Anger.
There was a second where his heart momentarily tore apart. What if she — ? His pace fastened as he carried her.
On his way to the chambers, Sasuke appeared from behind in the hallway. “What happened to her?”
“Find a healer.” It was Kenshin’s only answer, and a deadly gaze over his shoulder that made Sasuke oblige without another question.
Kenshin placed her down on the bedding, then his hand unconsciously gripped the sword. This cannot be happening.. He sat down by her side, silent, while enduring his nightmares that unfold before his eyes, the same whispering of her death.
The healer finished examining her, turned to face Kenshin with a grievous face. “She was poisoned, the fever may happen for a few days and if she can survive it, she’ll live.”
Kenshin’s jaw clenched, standing up to head over to the chambers’ door. “Sasuke.”
“Yes?” Sasuke had been waiting in front of the chambers.
The silent storm in Kenshin’s heterochromatic eyes was threatening and deadly. “Gather all the maids, and any person who is suspicious enough to be the suspect who poisoned her and bring them here.”
“What would you do, Lord Kenshin?”
“A punishment for whoever dared to poison her.” Kenshin unsheathed his sword to make a point. Or was it out of anger? “Death.” He could not protect her against poison but he could punish the one who did it to her.
Three days, she was out of consciousness and struggled through the fever. Three days Kenshin hadn’t been asleep. Wake up, wake up, wake up, the words chanted in his mind endlessly while his eyes remained on her pale face, waiting — flinching in anticipation with each of her movements in the bedding. Do not leave me. He could not bear it, he could not bear the dreadful thought of losing her. This frightening event was a harsh realization that he won’t be able to protect her against everything. He might be able to protect her from war, from enemies, but poison…?
This was her battle, not his.
Helpless, he reluctantly swallowed his defeat as someone who had no other choice and waited in the deafening silence. Kenshin reached for her hand, not quite cold but her warmth came from the fever, not her true warmth. His lips pressed together in a thin line.
The third day, at nightfall. The darkened chambers that were lit by lanterns welcomed her when she stirred and her eyes slowly fluttered open. On her side, she saw Kenshin with eyes closed, sitting on the tatami floor. He was always beautiful and breathtaking, wasn’t he? “Kenshin.. Are you sleeping?” Her voice was hoarse, her hand trembled a little as she tried to reach out to him.
Kenshin’s eyes opened in an instant and caught her hand in his, clutching tightly as if he let it go, she would leave him right away, and forever. “I am not.” He was merely fighting his own thoughts. His eyes glanced at their joined hands. “You are awake.” Warm, she was warm, not cold.
“Yes, I am.” Eyes blinked a few times, she breathed in and out. “What happened?”
“You were poisoned.” Kenshin said, throat constricted and mouth dry. The memory returned to the surface, along with his desire of vengeance.
“Who? Tell me.” She pleaded weakly.
“A vassal.” He paused for a moment. “Was a vassal.”
Swallowing her nervousness, she was aware when it came to Kenshin it might not be a simple case of was. “Was? Did he…?”
Kenshin placed her hand back on the bedding and sat straight, a hand rested on the hilt of his sword. “He was placed under arrest.” The temptation to severely punish the suspect was still there, the vengeful rage was always there. “There might be another, we cannot be sure yet.” Kenshin muttered, his features carved with graceful rage.
“Kenshin..” Oh no, the silent burden in his eyes.
How much easier if he could simply allow her to walk away. “I shouldn’t be in love with you.” How much easier if he did not fall for her, how much easier if he did not want her in his life. “I failed you.. I failed to protect you in my own castle. The place that is supposed to be safest for you. My castle,” his deep voice cracked.
The words she dreaded even more than anything. After she went through this far with him but now threatened to be back on square one. Or, losing him entirely. Panic settled across her features. “Don’t say those words please.” Her weakened body attempted to sit up when his arms reached out to hold her still but her head shook. Instead, even as she fought the headache and swallowed pained groans, her arms wrapped him in her embrace, surprising him. “Kenshin, I won’t leave you. Even if you thought you shouldn’t be in love with me, I still love you and it will never change.” Speaking such gentle words for a god built for war, her embrace was warm and reassuring.
Kenshin was silent in her embrace, but his shoulders trembled. Why love when it brought so much pain?
“You didn’t fail me, this is just a circumstance that will make us stronger. I love you even more now.” Pressed herself against his chest, arms encircling around his back. Clinging to him. “I’m not as weak as you might think, Kenshin. Whether it’s my life or my heart.”
Loving him even more now? Why— “Death would have taken claim if I were too late to save you in that moment.” The cold ice voice reflected his dread, it was his worst nightmare to lose her.
“But I’m not, and I would defy death for you.” She leaned away a little to see her image reflected in cold eyes that glistened with unshed tears, her slender fingers gently brushing some hair from his face. “I’m still here and I promise from now on I’ll be more careful.”
He stared at her silently, wordless, passive. Fingers curled into fists as they rested above his knees. To see how pale and weak she was in white sleeping robe, fragile — however, the empathy in her eyes and her voice could have the god of war crumble beneath her feet.
“I should’ve been more careful because I had a feeling there might be some who don't agree with me being here, instead of the cell.” Offering an apologetic smile, she canted her head. “This is partly my fault for not being careful enough.”
“I will hire a poison taster for you, it is necessary to ensure your safety.”
“No. That means someone might die because of me and I don’t want that. You lost one vassal already.”
Jaw clenched, his sitting composure was strained. “Nothing and no one else can protect you even in this castle when I am not here.” Words spoken with a cold voice, but he did not want her to walk away, how terrible the thought of never seeing her again. Should I return her to the cell? Should I not?
“I’ll prove myself to them all. Winning their trust would be difficult, but better than creating an unwanted chaos within your clan, Kenshin.”
Amidst the roaring fire of fear, he closed his eyes for a moment before the words leaving his mouth. “For being a woman, you won’t be able to defend yourself.”
“Then give me a dagger or anything that’s necessary, if it makes you feel better. Sasuke certainly can help, right? I’ll do my best to survive.” Sending him a reassuring smile, soft palms upon both sides of his face in hope to reach him with her warmth. “For you, and for us.” Her voice filled with determination, desperately trying her best to not lose him, both delicate and violent in his nature.
Fatigue and exhaustion began eating him alive, little by little, but her touch was a spark of life he much needed. Kenshin opened his eyes and met hers, a sting of her warmth and compassion seeped into his heart, to quell his rising fear which threatened to overcome him.
Soft pad of her thumb brushed across his cheekbone tenderly, under the dark circle that shadowed his pale skin. “I’m better now, you can sleep.” It might take a while to reassure him, but she was patient and she won’t ever stop trying.
He peeled her hands off from his face, placing them on her lap. “Rest for awhile, the poison might still affect you. You’re not entirely recovered yet.”
“I can’t sleep, perhaps your presence can help me?” Her body slowly shifted to the side a little to make space in the bedding. “Please?” A soft smile accompanied her plea, and truthfully, it was an excuse because she could sense Kenshin needed her reassurance, needed her close to him in the purest way possible before he would break in his current state.
He dragged his knee up, then the other. Kenshin shifted towards her to occupy the space and she breathed in relief.
A sign that he was still there within her reach. He settled to lay down beside her, she snuggled close to his shoulder while his arm sneaked behind her neck and wrapped her shoulders to keep her close to him. “I will do everything I can to stay alive, don’t you worry.” The whispered words were soothing, earnestly reassuring.
Kenshin, at last, smiled subtly.
“Sleep, Kenshin. When you wake up, I will be here still and I’ll be much better.”
“Promise me.” Almost solemn, strangely burdened.
Promise? Unsure of which one, the wake up part or the stay alive part but she would promise for both. “I promise.”
A kiss to her forehead, soft and quiet, Kenshin’s breathing became steadier before exhaustion lulled him into slumber, his arm remained tight around her.
Protective, possessive, but also loving.
Right here in his arms, it was where she belonged.
I will live for you. You’ll never be alone, Kenshin.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Pairing: Comte x MC (Michiru)
Rating: M
Words: 3,341
Warnings: NSFW. Slight self-harm. Vaginal Sex. Oral Sex. Cunnilingus.
Summary: From a thousand stars, one would fall to grant his wish. Her.
A/N: Soft Smut~ Fluff. *falls over* I’m having TOO MANY FEELS xD There’ll be more fics for this btw hehehe~
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Prev. ~ L’étoile filante
Time, an essence that won’t give mercy, so who was she to wait?
Truthfully, the inevitability of the aftermath from the stolen kiss was one they both desired. After all, it was preferred than the worst one — before the door would steal her away from his side.
From a thousand stars, one would fall to grant his wish. Her. A forbidden wish it might be but not as impossible as he might think.
Even as they sat face to face in the carriage, she wasn’t able to meet his eyes. To make it worse, Comte’s gaze burned into her for whatever reason it was, causing her cheeks reddened for the rest of their journey home.
“Um.. Comte?”
“Yes, chérie.” There was amusement in his voice as she initiated to speak after being suddenly silent ever since their moment under the stars. Even as they danced around the ballroom shortly after, her eyes avoided his while Comte did the opposite.
“Can you.. Maybe.. Stop looking over here?” Her own gaze fixated on the carriage’s window, fingers fiddling nervously on her lap.
“I cannot.” His smile remained. How could he look away from the smile, the eyes that even stars would envy?
From that night onward, she often caught him staring at her with much boldness than he usually did before. Stolen gazes, lingering touches — was he intending to torment her heart?
A certain fateful night, Comte’s voice answered her knocks and she stepped inside his room, eyes intently watching the sand inside the hourglass; the harsh reminder of how much time she left in this mansion, this era. Not much, only a few days and yet, the thought of leaving haunted her waking moments and she was aware what her heart longed for.
Her gaze caught an item that was quite familiar to her. Slender fingers reached for the letter opener in a shape of sword at the top of his desk, holding it in her hand as she examined it closer.
“The excalibur..” A meaningful smile blossomed across her lips. “I’ve read about this, about the very first tale by a French poet. The one I preferred among other versions. It said..” The words trailed off, she took tentative steps towards where he sat on a couch, eyes never left his.
Surely, he was aware of the tale but Comte’s expression remained curious. “What it said, ma chérie?”
“Something about.. Whoever is able to withdraw the sword will claim the throne.” Her feet brought her closer, the excalibur-shaped letter opener in her hand while her fingers gracefully unsheathed the miniature sword. “I also know about the engraving.”
He waited, a fierce spark of fire within his golden eyes.
“Take me up.” She took a moment to pause, her own eyes twinkled like a star. “Cast me away.”
His fingers tapped the armrest absentmindedly while giving her the whole attention. Fully aware of the meaning of her words. “Which one do you prefer, if you’re given a choice?”
Head tipped to the side, she smiled meaningfully to him. “Do you have to ask, Comte? I’m here, aren’t I?”
“There might be consequences.”
Closer, closer, until she stood before him. A sacrificial in his altar, but one who offered herself. “I’m aware. And I’m willing to face any consequence.”
Comte placed his hands on her hips, drawing her closer to sit on his lap. “To cast you away should be the right choice.”
“But, can you? It seems you actually don’t want to.” The choice was not for her, it was for Comte himself. Her adoration towards him did not give her a chance to walk away. At all. “I know you won’t.”
Innocence and wisdom wrapped around a lovely heart, a heart that enraptured him to no end. Comte chuckled to himself. “Are you aware of who I truly am, chérie?” His hands pressed more against her hips, to make a point.
“Yes. A pureblood vampire with a lethal bite, you mean? But the thing is— “ She smiled affectionately. “In my eyes, you’re le Comte, always have been and always will.” And she lifted up the letter opener above the pad of her forefinger, deliberately positioned the tip.
He caught her wrist but her hand remained there, steadily fighting against his hold. “No need to hurt yourself.”
“This is nothing, I want to do this.” Then she pushed the letter opener down, pricking into the skin until it drew blood. Tentatively, she brushed her finger against his lips. “I trust you.” Perhaps she was too lovesick, perhaps love clouded her judgement, but alas, the words were already spoken. The final decision.
Her words of trust weakened his will to cast her away. His tongue darted out to lick her finger, to taste the blood. Exquisite, he already predicted how her blood would taste like, but to taste it himself..? His usual demeanor was effortlessly stripped away and she witnessed the raw hunger plagued his golden eyes. The pureblood vampire whom she should have run away from.
Yet, his eyes alight — truly alight for the first time since their encounter and she did not know if it was much longer than she thought. Decades, centuries, how long he had been living in loneliness?
How could she run if all she wanted was to chase his loneliness away? She needed him; selfishly, wholly, completely wanted him.
“Trust should be earned, if you were willing to give your trust away quite easily, you might regret it eventually.” The smile he wore was graced with pure concern but he never let go of his hold on her hips.
“Don’t you know? You already earned it simply being by my side this whole time.” She returned his smile, the letter opener had fallen somewhere on the floor. Forgotten. “I wish I can explain what I feel properly, but I can’t.. Words won’t do justice.”
“Try. I would like to hear the words.” Comte urged, taking her hand by the wrist and kissed the finger she pricked earlier.
“How you’ve been taking care of me, so sincerely. How your presence makes my heart flutter like butterflies, how your smile makes my heart skip a beat, and how— “ Perfectly blushing to the tip of her ears, she averted her gaze downward. “How every time I’m with you, I feel whole.”
“Ma chérie.” His voice was alluring and seductive, sending her heart fluttering even more. When she leaned close to kiss him softly, his lips tasted metallic — her own blood, but it did not stop her from tilting her head and deepened the kiss. Comte’s voice was soft as he spoke between their kisses. “You should have been afraid of what the bite might do to you.” His touch would burn her skin, and his fangs, his venomous bite would bring the true damnation.
“I am not.” Damnation won’t stop her from wanting him.
“A simple mistake, a single bite, you would no longer be a human.” He wrapped an arm around her waist possessively.
“I trust you, Comte. More than I ever trust anyone else.”
“Regret always comes too late.” And yet, he pulled her closer even more.
“Not when I can be with you.”
He let out a hollow laugh. Did she understand the weight of her words? If she did, why would she want to?
“So.. Take me, all of me.” Do not ever cast me away. She took his hand and placed it above her heart. “My heart is yours and has been yours all this time.” Her lips pressed against his, she parted them willingly to invite him in. His tongue swirled around hers in a passionate, fiery dance. Delicate hand caressed the side of his face, and sooner than later, pulling away to unbutton her own blouse.
Contrary to the hesitation in his eyes, she did not have any ounce of it. The first one was unbuttoned, then the second. Before she went to the third button, he reached for her hand, taking it in his and gently pushing it away. “Allow me.” Comte unbuttoned the rest, slowly parting the fabric to reveal some of her exposed skin, a hand sneaked behind her to unclasp her bra then slid all the materials off from her and he kissed her bare shoulders.
Comte trailed his curious fingertips across her shoulder blades, as if searching for any sign of wings. But she was not an angel, only a mere mortal. A mortal girl who fell in love with a pureblood vampire. Her back arched when his fingertips trailed down her spine, a moan leapt unbidden from her and her body squirmed.
“Ah, you’re sensitive there, are you not?” Delighted by her reaction, he trailed up his fingers and once again, down, and repeating for a few times, coaxing more moans and all the while, whenever she arched her back, her breasts taunting him. Now, he had found a weakness and oh, how he wanted to tease her more, and more. Cruel? Merciless? Not at all, it was merely an undisclosed desire.
Comte, at last, latched his mouth onto the valley of her breasts, peppering soft kisses that built slowly into kisses that could burn her from within. His wandering hand moved to her side, caressing the soft curves under her breast, to the center and teased the tip with his thumb. Her body bucked involuntarily, accompanied with soft moans.
“We should move to a more comfortable place.” Comte murmured, the golden eyes hazed with a mist of lust, matching hers. “I insist.” Once he received her nod of confirmation, he helped her to stand up from the couch and led her to the bed.
Always the one who loved to spoil her and thoughtful of her comfort, wasn’t he? She stopped him before they reached his bed, gently tugging on his clothes. “Allow me?” Her smile was innocent yet unintentionally seductive.
Comte was taken aback of her boldness but he had witnessed how brave, how courageous she was ever since her arrival in his mansion. He let her strip him bare, silently watching how her cheeks flushed pink despite the brave facade she was wearing and he smiled even more, eager to pleasure her. His coat, vest, dressed shirt, he saw her hesitating at his belt, and her cheeks were crimson red. “You have done enough.” Comte took over, not having the heart to see her more embarrassed, and soon all of his clothing were discarded on the floor.
As she laid on his bed, hair splayed in his white sheet, bared for him and waiting to be devoured — Comte stared at her in adoration before he climbed the bed. He began to kiss her lips then downward, to her neck, her breasts, down, where he parted the legs and placed featherlight kisses on the skin of her inner thighs.
Then to her folds, his tongue relentlessly teasing everywhere but the place she needed the most. “Comte, please— “ Unconsciously, she squirmed a little, desperation was clear in her voice.
Her writhing body was desperate to seek his, to feel every part of him, his darkness, his light, she would embrace them all.
Comte’s tongue flicked the sensitive nub and her instinct took over, a gasp and her hips lifted up at the desirable touch. He continued swirling his tongue in a circling motion, flicking hard until she moaned. Lowering his tongue to reach her entrance, he gripped her legs to keep it spread for him. She kept angling her hips for more friction, impatient and needy, she wanted him inside. Desperately.
“Patience, ma chérie.” Comte muttered, adamant on teasing her some more until he deemed it was time to go further. His tongue dipped a little in the wetness of her entrance, tasting her with delight, a little more, and more, stretching her walls. It was torturously slow, too slow, she could only beg through her stifled moans. The strong grip on her thighs did not allow her hips to move.
Deeper, deeper, her arousal was almost reaching its peak at the sensation only. His tongue began to withdraw but her hand grabbed his hair, trying to keep him inside. “N-no, not out.” Incoherent words, then desperate whimpers.
Comte’s lips curved against her entrance, his hand let go one of her legs to simply touch the sensitive bud, his tongue thrust in and out. She let out an uncontrollable moan, walls clenched and he increased the pace of his tongue, stroking and swirling around her walls. Her eyes fluttered shut, the grip on his hair loosened as she gasped, went limp, breathing heavily after the tremors of pleasure spread through her whole body.
But it was far from enough, she craved more of his touch, eyes fixated on him as he began to climb up to her. Her arms extended themselves around his back. “I want you.” As aroused as she was, even the slightest touch was a fire that burned her skin.
His hand traced her curve to savor her softness, the other settled on the sheet to support his weight. “Do you?” Amused to see those lust-filled eyes of hers, the desperation that was written all over her.
“You can’t hide it anymore. That starry night, you kissed me back and you wanted more. I felt it in your kiss.” Teeth caught her bottom lip, she looked up to him.
He kept their gaze locked, pressing his weight onto her deliberately, his length rubbed her folds as his lips assaulted her in a kiss that made her moan and writhe underneath him. If she expected a fiery kiss, he had given so much more, but the surprise only lasted for a second before her tongue entwined in the intense dance with his. Comte’s hand squeezed and kneaded her breast, the motion of his lower body aroused her more and more — she’d lost herself entirely in him.
Steadily and patiently, Comte’s length rubbed her sensitive nub, it made her lightly bite his lower lip; a silent plea of desperation for him to give more. She arched into him, chest heaved, fingers tangled in his golden hair and moaned into his mouth. The ache between her legs was unbearable, and driven by instinct, she fought her way from under him to roll them over.
Comte let her have the way as he was both amused, and much more aroused by the unexpected boldness. But then again, this was the girl who stole a kiss from a pureblood vampire, who offered her blood for him to taste. He laid on his back while she was straddling him, his eyes admired the bare skin, up to the desperation in her face.
“I’m not as patient as you might think, Comte.” She muttered, a hand stroking his length then she backed away even more, lowering herself, tongue licked his tip and an inaudible groan erupted on Comte’s throat. Then she enclosed her mouth on his length, tongue swirling around him, moving up and down in a steady rhythm. She whined softly over the feeling of him twitching inside her mouth, heightening her own arousal. Soon enough, her mouth released him and she rose up on her knees, positioned his length to her entrance.
A groan came unbidden from Comte as his length entered her, stroking her aching walls, inch by inch. His hands gripped her thighs — perhaps too tight, but he did not have any will to resist this kind of desire. Her slick walls engulfed his length to the hilt and her hips began to move while her eyes met his golden ones.
There was an untranslatable intimacy in this moment and they both did not dare to lose it. No words needed, their souls knew each other — belonged to each other.
Each roll of her hips drove her closer to the release, building an utterly delicious tension. Feeling her walls tightening and tightening, Comte pressed his hands on her hips, stopping her with a soft voice. “Enough.” With the strength he possessed and without separating from her, he laid her down roughly on the mattress so they returned to their prior position. “Even the most patient one has a limit.” His meaningful smile was the last thing she saw before she had to close her eyes at the feeling of his lips devouring hers.
They fit perfectly, as if they were made for one another. Perhaps, they were.
Hips shaking along with his rough thrust but bucking as well to fulfill what she craved from him. Fingers tugged on his hair, arms tightened around his neck. “Rougher, please.” She whispered, panting heavily in all of her blissful agony. “I can handle it, I want all of you. Do not hold back for me.” The lust in her eyes was crystal clear even without any spoken word.
His thrust began to pick up at maddening pace, almost the same rhythm of the erratic beating of her heart — and as she asked, he went rougher. Harder, possessively even, until her moans became louder than ever. The divine sounds echoed around his room, igniting more fire in his lustrous state. “You are mine now.” The seductive allure within his words was meant to tease, but it affected her too much. The rough thrust and feeling him throbbing as her slick walls clenched around his length in desperation, the sensation pushed her over the edge. She arched gracefully under him, and for him.
Nothing could silence her long moan, her heavy breathing as she quivered. His name tearing itself from her lungs. She was still high in her peak of pleasure, but his length stroked her fluttering walls relentlessly, fast and rough, and she could only writhe, whimper under Comte. Desire had consumed him as how it consumed her. At last, he gave in, his hips jerked as he reached his release.
Slender hand lifted to gently stroke his face while he rode off the wave of pleasure. “So are you. Mine.” Breaths heavy and uneven, but her eyes remained on him to savor their moments. The aftermath left her chest heaving, body flushed, yet she never felt this whole in her life. Comte hovered above her, refusing to separate himself from her just yet.
Loving and intimate, indescribable. Their hearts beat as one in irregular rhythm, his hand brushed her hair softly.
“Comte?” A tender smile spread across her features, she had claimed his body and it was time to claim his heart, too. “I love you.” Certainly, the confession came from the bottom of her heart, then she sneaked a hand behind his head to pull him close, whispering into his ear. “Je suis ton étoile filante.” Her utterance wasn’t perfectly accented but never doubt how sincere it was.
His silent chuckle accompanied by the fondness in his eyes. “You’ve been a bad girl, chérie.” He kissed her cheek, then her lips with the tenderness, all the love he could muster. “For stealing kisses.” For stealing his heart.
Unable to describe how her words could shatter centuries worth of loneliness and heartache, he brought his mouth in her ear and he whispered his true name. She deserved to know — no, truthfully.. He wanted, he needed her to know; a gesture far more intimate than any love confession.
This is who I truly am, mon étoile filante.
He bared every part of himself to her as how she did for him.
Rosy lips uttered his name softly and he wondered how a name sounded like a hymn from heaven. Their lips met in a devouring kiss, igniting the fire in their body for another dance of lust; too intoxicated to let it end too fast. Unable to reign his desire, Comte began to move inside her and her moans followed shortly after. The immense happiness between them was only the beginning.
All of his tormenting loneliness, all of his yearning to love and to be loved.
Fandom: MLQC
Pairing: Shaw x MC (Reira)
Rating: M
Words: 1,830
Warnings: NSFW, Vaginal Sex.
Summary: Storm had always been her worst weakness, and the dangerous storm she had gotten herself entangled with might become another one. A storm named Shaw who would turn her to be a stormchaser.
A/N: Soft Smut~ Canon divergent with My MC~ So.. thanks to a conversation with my friend, this fic happened bcs I’m intrigued with this pair’s dynamic~ xD
Thanks for reading, liking, reblogging & commenting, I’m soooo grateful ♥
The blue sky had turned to dark grey — a storm was coming.
Storm was always unforgiving, especially to her.
In the alley, right across from her, several bodies laid on the ground, all dressed in black. The Black Swan Collectives, she had no doubt of it. And in between her and those bodies, Shaw stood tall, a dangerous threat to anyone who dared to go against him.
He turned around with a smile that was somewhere between cruel and playful. The silver electric light currents were still crackling dangerously on his palm, a thunder and a lightning of his own.
She stepped backwards in instinct.
“Scared of me?” Shaw inquired, approaching close.
As much as she tried to hide it, her body trembled while her head shook furiously. “..No.”
When she didn’t respond, he kept approaching until her back pressed against a brick wall. His smile did not falter even the slightest. “Your face was saying yes.” Arms trapping her in between.
At the same time, she visibly flinched when another lightning cracked through the sky, her hand moved to cover her ears to brace for the upcoming thunder. Storm was her worst weakness.
Then it dawned on him. “Afraid of thunder and lightning, what a coincidence.” He said in an amused voice, lifted his hand to grab her chin and tilted her face until their gaze met.
“None of your business.” She said with a stern glare, fighting the storm in his eyes with her fire.
Intriguing. “It’s not.” Shaw smiled condescendingly, let go of her chin to stare down to her but he did not move away, an arm still on the side of her head when he lifted the other hand, bringing it up close to her.
She swallowed hard, turning her face away.
Silver electric currents returned to spark in his palm. “Does this scare you?”
“So you’re an evolver, now what? You love to scare people?” Defensive words, but she had to fight him back although physically she won’t be able to.
“You think so?” He chuckled inaudibly and brought his hand much closer to her. “Know why you’re this scared? Because you keep nursing your fear.”
She glared, trembling when she could feel the electricity ghosted over her skin. “I can’t help it!”
“But you could.”
“Stop this!” She pushed his chest off and sidestepped him, but flinched and covered her ears again when the lightning cracked in the sky, illuminating Shaw’s figure.
He was frightening, dangerous — the storm she should stay away from.
Shaw smirked, pulling off his arm from the wall and turned around. “Walk away through the storm or come with me.” He said, stopped in front of a heavy door and entered inside without waiting for her.
Gritting her teeth, she was left with no other choice since the droplets of rain began to pour down. She forced her feet to walk towards the same door, the building where he disappeared into.
Inside, she saw him inside the Live House, an empty one. “Let’s talk and get it over with.” Stepped closer to him, though quite unwillingly.
Shaw pulled off his black leather jacket, glancing over to her. “Why the rush? The storm won’t go any time soon.” He might have the power to stop the storm but he’d rather not use it now — or perhaps he might make it last a little longer.
Pursing her lips, she heard the rain pouring hard outside. The lightning flashed and she reflexively fell towards him, into his arms, her trembling fingers clinging to his shirt as her eyes sealed shut.
“You really have it bad, don’t you.” Shaw muttered, almost sounded amused. Hearing that, she glared up. Thunder roared and another flinch from her, Shaw laughed low. “Really bad.”
“Shut up.” As another lightning flashed, she grabbed and pulled his shirt harder and crashed her lips against his.
“Anyone ever told you not to kiss strangers?” He said between the kiss, long fingers teasingly traced the skin on her knee, up to her thigh, shoving up the skirt in the process.
“If you don’t shut up for real— ” Her hand circled around his neck and shut him up with another kiss. The roaring thunder in the distance made her tense and intensified the kiss. Kissed him hard on the mouth, teeth pulling his lower lip into her mouth and she nibbled on it. And always so easily challenged, her tongue parted his lips and delved into his mouth, seeking for his until their tongues entwined. “Mmn..” A moan came unbidden from her throat.
Shaw dragged her with him until his body pinned her against a wall, kissing her even harder while her fingers tangled on his hair, grabbed a handful of it, tugging hard. And he scoffed into her mouth, his knee parted her legs open.
A gasp and she broke off the kiss. For a moment, he’d thought she would run away but all she did was reach for the belt and unbuckle it, unzipping him. Shaw smirked to himself, began to slip his hand under her shirt, shoving up her bra to cup her breast, kneading roughly. He did not hesitate to pinch and squeeze the tip, knowing what her reaction might be and one that would arouse him more. His other hand unzipped her skirt from behind and let it slip down to the floor.
Whimpered against him, her clothed folds brush against the apparent bulge and her hands return to his neck. Pulling him for another kiss, one rough kiss he eagerly returned with more fervor. He tugged and played with the waistband of her panties, stalling time while relishing on the way her hips bucking against him. It was not a teasing anymore, he knew she moved with desperation now.
Another lightning flashed through the window, she could see it even through her closed eyelids and her hands began to tremble. “Fuck me.”
“Hmm? What’s that?” He heard it of course, but selfishly coaxed it from her again.
“Fuck me, Shaw.” She broke the kiss and glared up to him, the only distraction she could have although it was the most dangerous one. — Attracted to danger was one of her worst tendencies. “Don’t you think too much of it, one time only.”
He lightly scoffed. “I won’t.” Certainly, he won’t refuse her and certainly, he won’t think too much of it. One time pleasure, that was it. Without another word, he pressed even harder, capturing her lips in a feverish kiss and tugged down the waistband of her panties to remove the obstacle.
And she no longer heard anything beyond him, hooking her leg up, around his waist. He rolled himself hard against her until she whimpered, unashamedly grabbing her behind to lift her up against the wall. Her arms clung to his neck as her other leg also wrapped around him, bucking against him in anticipation of the pleasure, to feel him between the heat of her legs. Inside. “Fuck me now, fuck me— “ She moaned the words out of her rosy lips, tugging on his hair.
He did not oblige her words, however, Shaw had his own pace and need. Instead, he only rubbed himself in the right angle, firmly right against her sensitive nub that made her arch and he latched his mouth on her neck, teeth nipping hard on the soft skin.
That will leave a— Before her thoughts finished, the tip of his length slid inside her. Her breath hitched, walls tightening around him in surprise.
Shaw groaned low right in her ear, the tightness surrounding his length as he drove himself deeper into her core. His only coherent thought was how she felt nice; warm and tight, but it was never voiced out. He won’t voice it out, and rather kept what he was doing. Rocking his hips torturously slow, nipping on her earlobe, breathing hard.
His breathing sent a warm tingle surging through her. Too slow, his thrust was too slow; she grinded her hips suggestively, drawing him deeper and his length stroking her inner muscles faster.
Shaw went still to let her work it out herself, only placed biting kisses on her neck, down to her shoulder and he smirked to himself. She set up her own pace, grinding faster to seek her release. A long moan slipped out her lips while her body delightfully arched and inner walls convulsing around him.
There you are. He didn’t bother to hide his smirk, watching her come undone on her own. Feeling her walls, slick and wet, still fluttering, Shaw thrust into her hard.
Gasping, and gasping, for being ravaged only shortly after thrown over the edge and Shaw did not hold back at all. His lips covered hers in wet kisses that melted her further. He was driving her insane. Damn you, Shaw. With his rough thrust stroking her tightened walls, the tension building and she knew the edge was close. The intensity was too much and it left her breathless. Too much. Nails digging on the skin of his back, clawing. Her head tipped back and her mouth fell open. Loud, throaty moans slipped out from her lips. Writhing against him while Shaw kept slamming in and out of her.
Shaw fastened his thrust in frenzied pace, feeling her clamped so very tight around him and yet, relentless in the pursuit of his release. Even as he bent down to kiss her hungrily, his pace did not falter until he groaned deep in his throat as he released himself. A few slow thrusts before he slid out of her. His arms holding her waist, gentle and careful, despite what he did earlier. He lowered her legs to the floor, supporting her as she stood.
They were sitting in silence in the dimly lit Live House, all clothed and in silence that surprisingly was not awkward at all. The thunderstorm outside hadn’t stopped, raging through the night and she still flinched, enduring the rest of lightning and thunder from the storm outside.
Shaw, who had been sitting on the bar beside her, took out his music player and tossed it to her lap from a close distance. “This might help.” He said, without giving more explanation.
It took her a few seconds before realizing what he meant, and so she pressed the play button, placing the earphones in her ears, turning up the volume until it was loud enough. To deafen the thunder outside.
Shaw merely stared at her. And no, he won’t stop the storm anytime soon.
The lightning flashed and she blinked in fear, but with the loud rock music in her ears, the thunder was easier to endure. She stared back at him, lost in the dangerous storm within his amber eyes.
Her heart fluttered inside her chest unknowingly — harder and harder until it was thundering loud in her ears.
Fandom: Ikemen Vampire
Relationship: Theo & Vincent & MC (Reira)
Rating: T+
Words: 1,650
Summary: One night, one bite from unknown pureblood and her life turned upside down. The Van Gogh brothers vowed to be there for her, to help her. To what extent?
A/N: Angst. AU storyline. Eventual romance. So, out of curiousity & some suggestions, I included Comte & Leo but next parts will focus on the brothers again ;)))
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~> part. I
Death and immortality had left their traces upon her, perhaps it was her fate to die and become one of them. Lungs corrupted with death, blood tainted with vicious venom, soul enslaved in darkness, and the fire within her had turned into black.
Fingers curled on the white sheet in rage and bitterness as she laid awake on her bed, ignoring the occasional footsteps outside of her door. Theo? Vincent? Whoever it was, she needed to be alone.
In the darkness, where she belonged now.
The day after, Comte had returned to the mansion in the early morning, and Sebastian held his promise to tell Comte himself about the new turn of events.
Comte’s elegant brows furrowed, his whole body unusually tensed. “Did I hear it correctly?” A crack, within his house, within Comte himself.
“Yes, she is now a vampire.”
“The perpetrator?” He inquired, jaw clenched.
Sebastian shook his head. “Only that he wore a tall hat. Master Theo found her in an alley, a shortcut leading to the Art Gallery.”
Comte nodded, eyes brewing with conflicts. “It may require a lot of efforts to find the perpetrator, but.. As for now, we must pay attention to Reira herself.”
“Master Vincent and Master Theo have been keeping their eyes on her ever since she awakened yesterday. However, last night she demanded to be alone.”
The golden eyes sympathetically acknowledged the words. “I will see her myself. Thank you for the information, Sebastian.”
“I served her the blanc, if you wondered. Then, I’ll excuse myself.” Sebastian closed the door behind him, leaving Comte in his room alone.
Shoulders tensed, golden eyes fixated on a certain hourglass with half of the sand left — his long fingers scrambled to reach for it but the approaching footsteps put his tormenting thoughts to an end. Comte’s hand immediately returned to his side.
The familiar scent of cigarillo filled the room whilst Leonardo casually opened the door and let himself in, not hesitating to speak although he might be aware how his old friend might react to this matter. “What about her now?” His voice lacked his usual lighter tone, now as tense as his gaze.
Comte had his back on Leonardo still, only turning his head slightly to give a sidelong glance. “Reira will remain here with us.”
“Heh.” A humourless chuckle left Leonardo lips as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Thought of that already.”
“Being turned against one’s will — her death was merely the beginning.” Comte let out an inevitable sigh before straightening his composure. “The worst is yet to come.”
“Does it occur to you? She might be stronger than we all thought.” Leonardo’s words might have held an optimism within, a silent hope, but his mouth formed a grim line.
Oh, it certainly occurred, Comte was aware of the strength within her but this was the predicament he did not foresee. Turning around to face Leonardo, the calm expression returned to settle upon his features, a thin lipped smile graced his lips. “We're all here, are we not?” Comte’s footsteps echoed through the room as he began to walk towards the door. “Whichever path she has to walk through in this new fate of hers. We will not turn a blind eye.”
Leonardo followed closely behind, tapping Comte’s shoulder in a friendly gesture as they entered the hallway. “We will not, that’s correct.” He did not question where they were heading into. Only one person appeared on their mind..
Closing towards her room, they noticed the Van Gogh brothers walking from the opposite direction in the hallway.
“Le Comte, Leonardo.” Vincent greeted with a smile though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Are you also here to see her?”
“To offer our assistance, she might have questions about.. Our nature.” Comte smiled in return, with Leonardo beside him. Silent and observing.
“Good, it’ll be better if you’re here.” Theo added, impatiently walking ahead of Vincent and reaching for the door handle. He entered the room without hesitation, too impatient to knock first. “Hondje, we’re here to talk— “ The slight panic in Theo’s eyes was obvious as he gazed around the room. She was nowhere to be found, the bed was empty.
Before he reacted more, a feminine’s voice was heard from outside and they all headed to the window, to find her helping with the laundry while Sebastian seemed to be protesting from her side.
Leonardo was the first one who reacted, chuckling to himself. “Stronger than we all thought.” The murmured words trailed off as he sauntered towards the door. Theo followed with tense shoulders, and the rest were not far behind.
The moment they reached her and Sebastian, she was in the middle of hanging up the white sheet from their laundry. “I’m alright, Sebastian. I can do my chores.” She repeated her protest.
“But, yesterday— “ His words halted as he noticed their presence.
She, too, noticed them and instinctively turned her head while her both hands held up the sheet. Then.. rip. The sheet was torn in two all thanks to her newfound strength.
Leonardo laughed amusingly. “Whoever owned the sheet, we need a new one.”
“Don’t laugh at me.” Pouting, she carelessly folded it, stomping aside to throw the torn sheet to the basket with unnecessary strength. “I’ll replace it myself.”
Theo strode over to her. “What are you doing here?”
“Doing my chores, of course.” She gazed sternly.
“You’re supposed to be in your room.” He added.
“And doing what? Staring at the wall? Sulking?”
“Ma Chérie, allow Sebastian to handle the daily chores.” Comte approached her, a gentle smile plastered on his face.
Sebastian spoke stoically. “I insisted, but she refused anytime I offered to help.”
“Allow him, for now.” Comte emphasized the last two words, sending her an unwavering gaze; certainly not one to disobey.
She looked over to Vincent, to Theo. Both undoubtedly agreed with Comte and she won’t be able to go against all of them. A defeated sigh left her lips. “For now.”
“Shall we?” Comte’s hand outstretched towards the gazebo, not quite far from them. “I believe we have an overdue conversation.”
Inclining her head to a nod, she followed Comte and all of them into the gazebo. Comte sat down on one of the benches, so was Vincent, close to him. Theo hovered beside her bench as she settled to sit across from Comte. Leonardo stood tall at the gazebo’s entrance.
“Do you have something you wish to ask?” Comte’s soft voice addressed her.
With a shake of her head, she answered full in denial. “No.”
“We wondered if you’re able to remember the face?” He avoided adding details, full of consideration.
“No.”
“How do you feel now?” Vincent questioned, hoping to gain some other reactions than a simple ‘No’.
“I’m better.” A lie.
Theo stared down disapprovingly from where he stood. “You’re not being honest.”
Leonardo shifted, gaze directed at her. “This is not intervention, cara mia. We’re genuinely concerned.”
Her arms crossed defensively as she leaned back against the bench. “Nothing to be concerned about, I’m fine. And I can’t remember the face.” She flinched inwardly at the memory.
Theo strode off all of a sudden, passing by Leonardo as he walked away from the gazebo. Vincent straightened, then stood up to follow his younger brother. “Theo.”
“Theodorus. Refrain from any reckless act.” Comte’s voice was stern while the brothers were still within the hearing distance.
Watching them walk off, leaving her with Comte and Leonardo — purebloods, she tensed even more. Fingers fidgeting in her lap.
Noticing it, his gaze softened. “I understand this is quite a lot to take, but you may ask questions to us if necessary.”
“I know, Comte.” She averted her gaze away, though her voice a little bit cracked. “I’ll be alright.”
Leonardo walked over towards her, taking her hand and handing over an item into her open palm, then closing it. There was a vial of blanc within. “This is your survival.”
She flinched at the sudden gesture and retracted her hand away. “I know.” Eager to be away from them, she rose up to her feet. “Thanks, but I need to be alone for now.”
Comte nodded in utmost understanding. “Reach for us whenever you feel prepared to. You are a part of us, as how it was and it remains the same.”
Nodding to both of them, she left the gazebo.
Leonardo, who had been silent, turned to Comte. “She’s afraid of us, somewhat. I won’t put the blame on her but we can’t help her much either.”
“Vincent might be able to and Theo, perhaps, if his anger no longer overrules his common sense and he can properly support her.” After Comte’s words, neither of the purebloods utter any other word, neither could predict her unforeseen fate.
In front of the mansion’s gate, Theo was about to leave only to be halted by Vincent’s voice. “Where are you heading to?” Vincent came up behind him, concern written all over his features.
“To find him.” Theo seethed, without turning around.
Vincent’s expression was conflicted, quite a rare one for the young painter. “Theo.. Don’t you want to stay on her side?” He tried to reason, aware enough to realize how dangerous it would be for Theo if he insisted on pursuing a pureblood. “Why don’t you let le Comte and Leonardo handle this matter?”
There was a momentary silence, the fierce rage remained within his blue eyes along with the dark circles. A sign that he barely slept since that horrifying night. His hands curled into fists. “Stay with her for now, I won’t be long.” Once the words were spoken, he walked off to the distance, leaving the mansion and Vincent behind.
How could he sleep if all the dreams were about the night of her death?
