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Paille-au-nez
➢ pairing: Napoleon x GN!Reader [Ikemen Vampire]
➢ genre: fluff
➢ word count: 500 (exactly 😮💨)
➢ prompt: Give him a nickname adjacent to his "Nunuche"
A short and sweet fic for the birthday boy, and a last minute entry for @xxsycamore’s challenge to (affectionately) bully him in under 500 words 💕 I wrote this one quickly and I'm sure it'll show, but when I read this prompt, it made me think of something I once read about irl napoleon, and so... I wanted to give it a try at least!
“See you tonight, nunuche.”
“Alright, paille-au-nez.”
Napoleon, who was on his way out the door, abruptly paused in his tracks as he processed what you said. He turned back to face you with a bewildered expression, only to find you standing at the sink, nonchalantly resuming your chores.
“...Nunuche?”
“Hmm?” You hummed innocently.
“What did you just say?”
As you scrubbed a plate, you were relieved to have your back turned to him, so he couldn’t see how you were biting back a smile. “I said, ‘Alright, Napoleon.’”
After a beat, you heard his boots crossing the floor, and then you felt that familiar presence standing behind you, those familiar eyes boring into your back. Even without turning around, you could picture the disbelief on his face as he studied you. “That’s not what I heard.”
“Of course it was. What else would I have said?”
Stepping closer, Napoleon reached around you to pluck the rag and plate from your hands, setting them down. Despite your best efforts to hide it, you knew he could see through you as he tilted your face towards his.
“And just what are you smiling for, then, hm?”
“No reason,” you said, even as you felt your grin stretching involuntarily.
Napoleon narrowed his eyes, and you struggled to hold it together under his scrutiny. Lucky for you, he never could resist that little smile, even when it served as proof of your guilt.
“You know what I think?” He leaned a little closer, green eyes watching you keenly. “I think a certain someone… must’ve heard something from Sebastian…”
“Really?” You pretended to mull it over. “I can’t think of anything.”
Napoleon couldn’t help but grin a little now, too, as you continued to play ignorant. “Something about… an old childhood nickname, perhaps…?”
“Oh, right, I remember now. You mean how your classmates misheard ‘Napoleone’ and started to call you—”
“Don’t say it.”
“—paille-au-nez?”
He poked you on the forehead. “Tais-toi.”
“What?” you laughed, rubbing the spot. “I think it’s endearing. It suits you.”
Napoleon raised an eyebrow. “I look like I have straw up my nose?”
“Sometimes.”
He sighed, though the little smile tugging at his lips suggested that he wasn’t truly upset. “Oh, nunuche… What am I going to do with you?”
“You could stop calling me that, for one.” You challenged playfully. “Since I, too, have ammunition now…”
“Ammunition? Is that what you’re calling it?”
“From now on, every ‘nunuche’ earns you one ‘paille-au-nez.’”
He huffed amusedly. “Comme c’est cruel.”
With that, he dipped his head down to kiss you, effectively wiping the triumphant smirk off your face. Upon pulling back, his eyes shone with mirth.
“It’s been a century since I’ve heard that. At least it’s more charming coming from you. I can’t say I ever wanted to kiss one of those miserable kids for saying that…”
“Then you won’t mind if I make a habit of it?” you quipped cheekily.
Another kiss to silence you.
“...Don’t push your luck, nunuche...”
A Sight to Behold
➢ pairing: Blanc Lapin x Reader/Alice [Ikemen Revolution]
➢ genre: fluff
➢ word count: 2,142
“Oh dear, oh dear...”
At the sound of Blanc’s worried murmuring, accompanied by his feet shuffling clumsily down the hall, Oliver lifted his head from the project he was working on. With a sigh, he called, “What is it now, old geezer?”
“My glasses. It seems I’ve misplaced them again.” Although the closed door stood between them, Oliver could imagine the scene perfectly, since he’d witnessed this many times before. Judging by the creaking floorboards, it sounded like Blanc was now blindly turning around in place. “You haven’t seen them lying around, have you, Oliver?”
“They’re not on your head again, are they?”
“No, not this time.”
Sitting beside the inventor, you shot him a concerned look, silently asking if the two of you should help him. But Oliver simply shook his head, returning his attention to the work in front of him.
“It’s fine. He’ll figure it out.”
You were here today in Fenrir’s place to pick up his latest custom weapon, since he was caught up in training. Ever the perfectionist, however, Oliver had insisted on tweaking some things before handing over the magic pistol (“to make sure it’s safe even for a dummy like you,” as he had so kindly put it).
While you waited for him to finish up, you couldn’t help but glance back over at the door every time there was a thump from out in the hall. Where you grew more and more worried, though, Oliver only seemed to get more annoyed.
“What’s he doing, anyway? Walking into the wall?” he grumbled.
“His vision can’t be that bad without his glasses, right?”
“Hmph. You’d be surprised.”
“Are you sure he’s okay?”
Oliver watched you out of the corner of his eye, taking in the troubled look on your face. Finally, he decided he couldn’t take it anymore, letting out another heavy sigh.
“If it’s really bothering you that much, you should just go check on him. It’d be easier for me to work if he’d quit making so much noise, anyway.”
You hardly needed the encouragement, standing up immediately to make your way over to the door. “Yeah, I think I will.”
“Good.”
Just before you left the room, however, you paused in the doorway and flashed a knowing grin back at the inventor. “You know, if I didn’t know better, Oliver, I’d say you were worried about him, too.”
That comment earned you a sharp glare, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit smug as his quick, defensive reaction all but confirmed your suspicions.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Just go already, would you?”
The Monster in the Mirror
➢ pairing: Napoleon x GN!Reader [Ikemen Vampire]
➢ genre: angst, hurt/comfort
➢ word count: 2,327
Even the strongest of soldiers have their moments of weakness. But who is there to catch them when they fall?
Burning.
The feeling ripped Napoleon out of his heavy sleep and he jolted up with a choked gasp, hands flying to his throat. The silence of the bedroom was shattered by a fit of coughing, as he attempted to rid himself of the horrid sensation in his chest. Yet he could not breathe, he could not think. There was nothing in that moment but burning—the thirst which so easily overpowered his mind and all his senses.
Wrestling his way out from the blankets, he fell to the floor with a heavy thud. His breath came in shuddering pants as he struggled for air, managing to stumble his way toward the bathroom. Driven purely by instinct in a blind search for something to quench his thirst, he threw the door open. Immediately, he nearly collapsed forward onto the sink, but steadied himself just in time by gripping onto the counter.
It was not the first time Napoleon had experienced something like this. But while it was no less dreadful, he had, at least, learned how to prepare for such an attack.
Pale, trembling hands tore through the drawers and cabinets. There was Rouge around here somewhere, he knew it. He purposefully kept a small supply stored away in case of an emergency of this exact sort.
“Merde.”
The curse fell through his lips, not even a word so much as a strained breath.
He couldn’t find it. How could this be? He knew it was here, it had to be. Yet with his desperation overtaking him, he was losing any semblance of coherent thought by the moment. The burning was rising up from his chest into his throat, and soon it would consume his mind.
Playing Napoleon’s sequel feels so nostalgic omg 🥹 Granted, I’m still only at the beginning, so there hasn’t been any drama yet, but the first few chapters remind me so much of playing his route for the first time, way back when I first downloaded IkeVamp. Peaceful mansion fluff, wake-up kisses, family time with all the residents… ahh the good old days
Still thinking of Silvio, just buried under a pile of children. Very likely all boys. Each time, Emma is hoping it'll be a girl. Just one girl. Maybe she gets one with her very last child, who is absolutely spoiled to high heaven (truthfully, they all are, the palace is constantly filled with the noise of rowdy children having fun who are just as loud as their father 💀).
The first kid isn't planned and he has a bit of a breakdown about it. He hovers so much during the first pregnancy, barely letting you leave the palace and worrying so much about when you try to lift things. He's leaving meetings to check on you and (begrudgingly) getting Rio to check on you when he can't. He worries about your food and drinks and wanting to make sure you're getting all the nutrients you need. He's thankful for being by the sea to get plenty of fresh fish, and pesters Prince Keith for trades in herbs and remedies to help your morning sickness and such.
Silvio learns how to braid hair just for his daughter. He loves bringing back all sorts of items from his trips overseas, different books and toys and artifacts. Carlo is accidentally like a second uncle (Emidio is completely blocked from meeting the kids). It takes a lot of convincing to allow Silvio's father to see the grandkids, and is only allowed with strict supervision for a short amount of time.
Silvio play fights with his kids all the time, often pretending to be a pirate. Or they'll act as the pirates while he's the dashing prince coming to save the kidnapped princess, Emma. He teaches them how to swordfight (including fighting dirty....) and takes it upon himself to show them how to work and command a boat.
Silvio, who's struggled with being honest with his feelings for so long and couldnt really be honest because that'd make him vulnerable, working so hard to overcome that for you and his kids. He tries his best to tell you and his kids how much he loves you guys. He really struggles with it, muttering it for a while, face red, blurting it out in a shout sometimes. But he improves with it. He wants to make sure his kids always feel wanted, in a way he never got to.
The first time he holds his first baby, his jewelry gets in the way, between baby trying to put a pendant in their mouth and Silvio almost accidentally hitting his kid with his heavy chain. He spends a long time after the birth of his first kid dressed down without his usual bling, and it's the most casual and least flashy the palace staff have ever seen him. Sometimes he has spit-up stains but of course they're scared to mention it to him unless he's going to an important meeting or something.
He puts his kids to bed with stories about his trips on the seas, the kinds of people he's met, countries he's visited, rare treasures and new creatures he's found. Usually they're enraptured by his stories. But once in a while, they surprise him by preferring your storybooks to his experiences, getting him upset that some fictional story is more captivating than his real life experience, making him pout for the next week.
Adding on some more thoughts I had:
Silvio calls all of his kids "brat". He rarely uses their actual names unless they're really, REALLY in trouble.
Speaking of names, his bad habit of calling you things like "lady" catches on with some of the kids, and then they call you that when they're having fun. Silvio realizes his mistake.
Silvio has kid and baby remedies that he learned overseas by total accident
When he first learned you're pregnant, he cried that night once he was by himself
He also picks you up and swings you around very excitedly when you tell him, before panicking and putting you down worried that he hurt you or the baby
He also cried after the birth of his first kid (and some of the subsequent births lol) much to the amusement of his brother
He's hard to separate from his first kid, having the baby strapped to his back and chest even during meetings and such. He stresses when he doesn't know where his baby is, even more than you do
Carlo and Rio are the only trusted babysitters, and Carlo is an honorary uncle (he may or may not sob about it)
During Halloween, the kids dress as pirates or may even dress up in jewelry pretending to be Silvio. He complains, saying he's "not like that"
He is so incredibly soft with you during and after the birth. He knows the labor was rough on you so he's often the one staying up late to change the baby or rock them to sleep. Even if there's a nurse available, he'd rather take care of things himself than take it easy by relying on someone else. And if some other noble tries to talk shit about him doing that, Silvio is ready to throw punches
For the first time, he doesn't like the thought of going on his long trips when the kid is too young to be brought with, he's anxious about leaving the two of you behind and he misses you both like crazy.
Even if you're already married when you have the baby, Silvio can't help but lean his forehead against yours once the baby is delivered and asks you to marry him again (this might make the maids cry but for once he doesnt care)
Hello, do you do for x oc?
Like character x oc?
Hi!! I would be happy to give it a try, if you provide me with some info about your oc :)
Its really funny to see how cybird's writing of sibling relationships has evolved from the clemence brothers, to the van gogh brothers to the Rodolite princes and, most notably to me, The Riccis.
Flower Language
➢ pairing: Leonardo x MC [Ikemen Vampire]
➢ word count: 1,413
⚠️ content warnings: None!
This is my entry for @ikemenlibrary's Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange, dedicated to @sunnyikemen! I have never written for Leo before, but I had a lot of fun with his character, and I hope that I did well enough to make for an enjoyable read at least! Happy belated Valentine's Day, Sunny, and here is some Leo fluff for you :)
Being around the most famous polymath in history, there was always a new surprise in store.
Leonardo da Vinci seemed to know everything about everything. Perhaps it was because of his endless knowledge, gathered over the course of centuries, or perhaps it was because of the air of ease that surrounded him—but it did not escape his notice how the newest resident of the manor seemed to gravitate toward him upon her unexpected arrival.
He never denied her his company. At first, because he knew she was frightened and disoriented.
For a girl who had found herself transported into another time period in the blink of an eye, there was only uncertainty around every corner. Yet Leonardo's breezy personality and apparent ability to handle anything with minimal effort brought her security, as well as distraction. He knew this, and so he made it a note to help her throughout her time in the manor, keeping her mind off her troubles.
You're restless and wish to get out of the manor, cara mia? Well, then, let's take a day outside Paris. The French countryside is an equally worthy sight for a time traveler, and it'd be a shame not to have you visit. Hm? Where to? Well, it's no fun if I tell you all the details, now, is it?
How to paint, you ask? Why, you wish to prove a point to Theo? Ha! Don't pay him too much mind, 'knabbeltje' is merely a term of endearment, I'm sure. But if you really wish to learn, then I am glad to be of service, morso mio. ...Hm, no, of course that's not the same as what Theo says. Would you accuse me of such a thing?
So, you want to hear about Florence back in those days, then. I hope this isn't because of any gossip you heard from the noble Comte. ...Alright, alright. Come, sit. I suppose I ought to make an effort to salvage my good name, at least.
Days turned into weeks of trying to make himself available to her, helping her calm down and settle into her new life at the mansion. He had sworn to himself that was all it was. But as wary as he knew to be of the passage of time, somehow he found it creeping up on him again. Even after she was already well settled, he continually found himself at her side, as if naturally drawn there.
He didn't realize until too late, one afternoon when they were sitting out in the mansion's gardens together.
A certain flower had caught her eye—a yellow daisy—and Leonardo had commented, absentmindedly, "Ah, yes. Joy and friendship."
It was an innocent remark, accompanied by a little chuckle. It made sense to him that this should be the flower that struck her. He had come to associate her with such qualities, after all, because they were what she brought to him. Every little inconsequential story he shared with her, every time he allowed her to watch him paint and work, every time he whisked her out on some spontaneous excursion, it was often met with that look of intrigue, that little excited glimmer in her eyes.
Yet he was somewhat surprised when his passive comment earned him that same look.
GALE🥺🥺🥺 I am so speechless, this was absolutely perfect. It was everything I could have wanted and more. Leonardo and flowers??? Two of my favourite things??? Stop it right now
I am actually in disbelief that this is your first time writing Leo because?? Like??? I mean, the writing speaks for itself, no???? He's written PERFECTLY, like the way he speaks and his comforting presence are so spot on I was practically transported into the story. This made me love him more which I didn't think was possible🥺 (also both very telling and lowkey hilarious that both our gifts started with Leo helping the MC settle into the mansion lmaoooo. We really said yes Leo is the single best candidate for comfort fics🤝)
Of COURSE Leonardo knows flower language, it makes so much sense!!! And the way he's so casual about it UGH I love him. And the lowkey flirty but not quite flirting because they don't know What They Are yet was MWAH. GENIUS. You treaded that line so beautifully and that final reveal of "I long for you" had my heart POUNDING. That is so so beautiful, what a gorgeous way to round off.
Thank you so so much Gale for this wonderful gift, I will honestly treasure it forever💛 you are an incredibly skilled writer and I can't wait to read more of your stuff. Keep doing what you're doing!!! Thank you thank you thank you🫶 <3333
AHH HI SUNNY THANK YOU
I’m so relieved you like it, and thank you so much for your sweet comments 🥹🫶 Leo really is the comfort character of IkeVamp, and I would’ve latched onto him right away, too, if I were the MC. Glad to know we’re both out here supporting this agenda lol
Hi everyone!!
After being quite inactive recently, I am hoping to get back into the habit of writing more regularly, and currently I'm turning my attention back to some old half-written fics that have been sitting in my drafts for ages. If you happen to be scrolling by this post, it would really help me to know which of these stories (if any) you might like to see first!
Because of the word-count limit, I can't explain all the details in the poll, so I'll write them out here:
(IkeVamp) Napoleon hurt/comfort, wherein Napo is the one being hurt/comforted, as he is still struggling to come to terms with his vampirism but constantly reminded of his lost humanity
(IkeRev) Blanc fluff, wherein Oliver is his begrudging wingman, trying to get him and Alice to just confess to each other already because he's annoyed with the mutual pining
(IkePri) Gilbert x Reader who is his knight/attendant, essentially what Cyran is to Clavis (commiserating with Cyran from afar lol)
There are also a couple of AUs I had been putting some thought into:
(IkeRev) AU where Zero was never allowed to join the Red Army, but the Black Army took him in instead, and exploring what that would look like for him
(IkeVamp) AU where the Duke of Wellington is the one who lives in the mansion with MC and the others, and Napoleon is the one who is revived by Vlad and has his mind twisted (very angsty, but Wellington gets to experience peace for a minute)
I am hoping (~hoping~) to get around to all of them eventually, but I would love to know if there is an interest in any of these ideas! I could also post the little pieces of these fics I have already written to test the waters :)
Which WIP to finish first?
(IkeVamp) Napoleon hurt/comfort
(IkeRev) Blanc fluff, ft. wingman Oliver
(IkePri) Gilbert x Knight!Reader
(IkeRev) Black Army!Zero AU
(IkeVamp) Napoleon/Wellington role reversal AU
Haunted Dreams (Licht Klein x MC)
Happy 3ish days after Valentines! Lay witness, friends, to my piece for @ikemenlibrary's Valentines exchange. I was assigned to @midwinterrmemento for some sweet sweet angst. Type of angst was never specified, so I went for the classic bad dream scenario. Also romance is my weakest genre but god did I try my best okay bye
There’s something to be said about springtime in Rhodolite. In a country famed for its roses, it’s easy to overlook the blossoming flora that surrounds the outer edges of the kingdom. Perhaps it’s not quite the sprawling, expansive ecosystems found in Jade, but there’s a certain charm in the soft chirping of birds and gentle breeze that blows through the trees and rustles through Emma’s hair, and makes one feel as though they’ve stepped right through the pages of a storybook.
Emma finds herself flitting off into her own daydreams as she and Licht stroll hand-in-hand through the forest path. She indulges herself in thoughts of fairytales and princely romances as they continue along the trail, just as she did as a child. How odd to think that she’s found herself a prince of her own. One who’s endlessly kind and selfless, and does nothing but smile softly at her whilst she rambles on about her silly romance novels, wordlessly readjusting the hood of her cloak when the deep red fabric of her hood threatens to fall. In her free hand, she carries a basket brimming with wild flowers. They must have been collecting them along the trail, though Emma finds that she’s unable to recall exactly when they had stopped to pick them up. It gnaws at her, being unable to remember, but quickly she dismisses it. It’s rude to let her mind wander off in such a manner whilst in the company of her lover.
The stem of a flower tucks itself behind her ear, startling her from her thoughts. Licht stands in front of her, face expressionless aside from the fond, inquisitive look in his eyes. She must not have wiped the brief dismay from her face quickly enough.
“Are you alright?” Licht’s voice is smooth, tinged with such a soft concern that Emma has to fight back a blush.
“Hm,” she hums and tilts her head with a small smile. “I’m fine, just lost in my head. Maybe we should go back to the palace now? It’s getting a little cold out here for me with the breeze.” Emma makes a show of pulling her red cloak tighter around her body and hopes it’s enough to brush off the question. It’s a weak attempt, but it seems to have worked well enough. Licht untangles their hands to wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer into his side and takes the basket of flowers from her with his free hand.
“Of course.” His arm tightens around her in a protective manner. “I’ll draw you a bath, too. So you won’t get sick.” Emma lets out a small laugh, tucking her head into his shoulder with a grin. Who’d have known that the emotionless, solemn prince of wolves would have such a wide protective streak. She’ll have to find a way to repay his kindness someday, but it seems as though her debt will keep growing by the hour.
The trek back seems to take much longer than the time it had taken them to get there. The trail twists with curves and turns that have Emma scrunching her eyebrows as she tries to recall coming across them before. Licht seems unaware of her growing unease, continuing down the path in front of him with an air of steadfast confidence; and it’s a comfort to know that her lover isn’t put off by the changing scenery.
There’s a markedly different feeling to the woods then there had been earlier. The sun has hidden away behind a wall of thick gray, and a light layer of fog now clings to their feet and shrouds the trees around them in an ominous cloud. Neither of them speak as they wade through the fog, and it’s now that Emma has a realization.
It’s quiet. Not a single sound is coming from their surroundings; there are no birds chirping, or trees rustling from squirrels. Apart from the crunch of dirt and rocks under their feet, the forest has fallen utterly silent. Emma’s earlier unease is slowly settling into a deep fear as the path continues to twist in an unknown direction. She grips onto Licht’s arm like a vice. She wants to say something, ask him what’s going on, why he seems so unshaken by their surroundings, but the words die on her tongue just as soon as her lips part to speak. A growl rips through the silence, low and menacing.
A wolf parts through the fog, head dropped low and teeth bared in a snarl. It’s large. Bigger than any wolf Emma has seen, or even read about. She takes a stumbling step backwards, keeping Licht’s arm clutched close to her chest in fear. Licht’s free hand immediately falls to the hilt of his sword, and gently, he pushes Emma behind him to shield her. It feels as though time has slowed around them. The fog has grown thicker, blurring out the treeline almost entirely. It feels as though they’ve been backed into a corner by a monster rather than a simple animal.
It prowls closer, one slow, deliberate step after the other, until there’s only an arm’s length of space between Licht and the wolf. His sword is drawn and at the ready, waiting for the attack. There are tears pooling in the corners of Emma’s eyes as she watches the beast rear down on its haunches.
It’s a startlingly quick procession. The wolf lunges forward with teeth bared, and Licht wrenches his arm free from Emma’s hold to shield her completely with his own body, sword raised to defend them both. She thinks he yells for her to run, but the words don’t quite register. Emma stands stock-still in the middle of the warped forest trail, tears now streaming down her cheeks in waves. It’s not long before the sword has been knocked out of Licht’s hands and the wolf is on him in seconds. It’s jaws open wide, wider than should even be possible, before it descends upon Licht with killing intent. And Emma screams. She shrieks a piercing scream, and keeps screaming until the fog is closing in around her with crushing weight, as though it wants to bury her. It wraps around her chest tightly, and Emma lets out one final guttural sob before the fog overtakes her entirely.
Until it hasn’t. She’s still crying as reality reshapes around her, sobbing loudly for her lost lover as warm callused hands gently shake at her shoulders. “It’s just a dream,” a familiar voice whispers into her ear. It’s soft and filled with hesitant concern, and Emma clings to the sweet nothings as they slice through the terrible images in her mind with a striking ease, “You’re okay. It’s just a dream. I’m here.”
When her eyes finally open, it’s not to the sight of blood, or fog, or a ravenous beast coming to finish her off. It’s Licht, reliable, steadfast Licht, staring down at her with wide eyes and a pinched expression. His hands lay gently on her shoulders, fingers twitching to hold tighter, pull her closer, but he doesn’t. He stays hovering, keeps his gaze glued to her form as if one glance in another direction would send her back into whatever horrible dream she woke from.
“Are you…okay?” There’s an uncertainty to the tone of Licht’s voice, a fear, and it squeezes Emma’s heart to know that she had been the one to cause it. Her scream must have startled Licht from his own dreams.
“I’m okay now. Please. I’ll tell you about it in the morning, just,” she hesitates, not wanting to worry her love any further than she already had. “Just hold me, please.”
The hands on her shoulder move as soon as the request has been made, quickly swapping the two of them into a more comfortable position. Emma’s head is tucked neatly into the side of Licht’s neck, where each breath she takes is accompanied by the scent of his cologne. His arms wrap around her waist, providing a soothing weight. It’s… blissful.
All of the lingering fear has melted away into the background as Emma’s breath evens out with slumber for a second time. This time, there’s no sign of changing paths or ominous feelings as she sleeps. Only the faintest hint of cologne and a reassuring warmth wrapping her up in a blanket of safety.
HI THANK YOU SO MUCH 🫶
I love a good post-nightmare comfort fic, and it hits so hard with Licht especially omg. I adore him so much, and I just know he would be so great with Emma in a scenario like this. Also, the detail of him being attacked by a wolf in her nightmare when that’s his animal??? So clever, and so painful 🥲
This was my first time participating in a gift exchange like this, but I’m so glad I did!! I truly loved your fic, and I’m grateful for all the work you put into it. Also, I would never think that romance was your weakest genre as you say, I enjoyed the fluffier bits just as much as the angstier bits!
Thanks so much Birds, I’m so happy with the result, and I hope you had a lovely Valentine’s 🫶
Flower Language
➢ pairing: Leonardo x MC [Ikemen Vampire]
➢ word count: 1,413
⚠️ content warnings: None!
This is my entry for @ikemenlibrary's Ikemen Valentine Gift Exchange, dedicated to @sunnyikemen! I have never written for Leo before, but I had a lot of fun with his character, and I hope that I did well enough to make for an enjoyable read at least! Happy belated Valentine's Day, Sunny, and here is some Leo fluff for you :)
Being around the most famous polymath in history, there was always a new surprise in store.
Leonardo da Vinci seemed to know everything about everything. Perhaps it was because of his endless knowledge, gathered over the course of centuries, or perhaps it was because of the air of ease that surrounded him—but it did not escape his notice how the newest resident of the manor seemed to gravitate toward him upon her unexpected arrival.
He never denied her his company. At first, because he knew she was frightened and disoriented.
For a girl who had found herself transported into another time period in the blink of an eye, there was only uncertainty around every corner. Yet Leonardo's breezy personality and apparent ability to handle anything with minimal effort brought her security, as well as distraction. He knew this, and so he made it a note to help her throughout her time in the manor, keeping her mind off her troubles.
You're restless and wish to get out of the manor, cara mia? Well, then, let's take a day outside Paris. The French countryside is an equally worthy sight for a time traveler, and it'd be a shame not to have you visit. Hm? Where to? Well, it's no fun if I tell you all the details, now, is it?
How to paint, you ask? Why, you wish to prove a point to Theo? Ha! Don't pay him too much mind, 'knabbeltje' is merely a term of endearment, I'm sure. But if you really wish to learn, then I am glad to be of service, morso mio. ...Hm, no, of course that's not the same as what Theo says. Would you accuse me of such a thing?
So, you want to hear about Florence back in those days, then. I hope this isn't because of any gossip you heard from the noble Comte. ...Alright, alright. Come, sit. I suppose I ought to make an effort to salvage my good name, at least.
Days turned into weeks of trying to make himself available to her, helping her calm down and settle into her new life at the mansion. He had sworn to himself that was all it was. But as wary as he knew to be of the passage of time, somehow he found it creeping up on him again. Even after she was already well settled, he continually found himself at her side, as if naturally drawn there.
He didn't realize until too late, one afternoon when they were sitting out in the mansion's gardens together.
A certain flower had caught her eye—a yellow daisy—and Leonardo had commented, absentmindedly, "Ah, yes. Joy and friendship."
It was an innocent remark, accompanied by a little chuckle. It made sense to him that this should be the flower that struck her. He had come to associate her with such qualities, after all, because they were what she brought to him. Every little inconsequential story he shared with her, every time he allowed her to watch him paint and work, every time he whisked her out on some spontaneous excursion, it was often met with that look of intrigue, that little excited glimmer in her eyes.
Yet he was somewhat surprised when his passive comment earned him that same look.
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Tetchou Suehiro
BSD s4 ✰ E12
🥺 with levie castell? (riding the waves of the blanc ask)
Aww let's give some love to Levie!! ❤ Thank you!
[🥺] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞。。。
LEVIE:
"Haa? What kind of dumb question is that?!"
You are out on a night walk with Levie, feeling so safe as you cling to his arm and enjoy the night scenery of Cradle deep in slumber. He loves the world just like that; quiet and dark for his comfort, but without the solitude that he's used to come with those two things. There are tons of people inside those little picturesque homes, and in a few hours Cradle will awake for another day, buzzing like a hive, alive, scorching. And he will be right there, among them; even if it's overwhelming at times.
But your question erases those thoughts from his head completely. Where did that come from? Could it be that you're doubting his feelings out of a sudden - no, no, there wouldn't be such a mischievous little grin on your face if that was the case. But more importantly, how does he even measure that, to give you an answer?
"I'm not telling ya. You'll have to see for yourself how much I love you."
You sigh, but try to push the disappointment away - that's just Levie for you. Words have never been his forte, and even if there's something adorable in the nervous wreck he becomes when he has to speak of his feelings - especially the romantic kind - you shouldn't tease him so much...
Wait, what is that light...?
"I love you... this much!"
Eyes flashing red, you follow the twin sources of bright blue light that shoot up from the palms of his hands up above your heads - until they explode strikingly in the night sky, each forming a heart shape. Another and another follow, like a unique firework show performed for your eyes alone.
"What, cat's got your tongue? Well, I like you more like that... I guess it was enough to make you blush, huh. But don't ask such silly things again - I'm yours and you're mine, and I'll just have to show you if you forget again."
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Currently thinking about the IkeRev boys in their boarding school days and what it was like when they had a crush for the first time
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