#ikemen vampire fluff

[edenandagain]

Hi!

I’ve been kind of lurking on tumblr just reading but with the fandom dying + me wanting to be a better writer in a low judgement zone im going to try writing fanfic 😛😛

i wanna write a theo angst so help me decide

PLSPLSPSLPSPVOTE ITS AT 50/50 💔

what kind of angst do u wanna see!

mc going back to her time

explore theo/vincent brotherly relationship

Voting ended onSep 10, 2025

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Hello! I can’t believe the rude anon the other day!! :( some people are so rude!! But the weekend event is exciting! if you’re still taking requests, would you write quality time with Leonardo? I feel like quality time with him would be so relaxing! Painting or reading together, or one of the other million things Leo can do! Even just napping together would be so nice and chill. Thank you for hosting events like these! They’re always so fun <3

love languages weekend event

Hi anon! Thanks for the sweet thought <3 Am fine though so no worries, it takes more than that to bring me down!

Honestly I was so excited to see an ikevamp request for this event because it's been a hot minute since I last wrote anything for this :,) So when I saw both Theo and Leo stand in my inbox I was so happy to deliver!

Leonardo is indeed huge on quality time! And thank you so much for sending in a request <3

genre: fluff

warnings: none

As a pure blooded vampire, Leonardo is aware of how precious time is. Not to him, he has plenty of it. But human life is fleeting, in comparison to the thousand years he’s lived and still has ahead of him. So every tick of his wrist watch reminds him of how little time he has with you. Of how little time he has with you in the grand scheme of things. 

A big part of him tries to forget about this, the idea of a life without you, something he cannot fathom, something he does not want to imagine. For the moment he does his heart plummets down to his stomach and his lungs press to his throat. 

And he knows that dwelling on this wouldn’t do either of you any good. For there is no use in wishing time could stop when time has no other master but itself. 

So Leonardo settles for enjoying every day, every hour, every minute and every second he gets to spend by your side. 

It does not matter what you are doing, as long as he is by your side, as long as he can see your smile and hear your voice, his world lives through your eyes. 

Sometimes you just sit together in his room or in the library, book in hand and Lumière on your lap, Leonardo’s head resting on your shoulder as you read to him. He doesn’t care about the genre, anything suits him as long as you are the one reading. 

“A fairy tale book, Cara Mia?” He says, inspecting the title and summary of the book you had just retrieved from one of the many shelves in Comte’s mansion’s library. 

“Yes, I often read this book as a kid!” You beam at him, a bright smile that fills his chest with warmth. 

“Okay then, let us begin.” 

And the two of you sit together, Leonardo’s attention swinging between the expressions on your features and the story. 

Sometimes it is him teaching you one of his many skills. Varying from painting, to chess, to repairing things to fabricking new things out of scratch. 

“Gosh I can’t do this!” Your hands fall at your side, shoulders sagging as you stare disapprovingly at the broken watch in front of you. 

Leonardo allows himself a chuckle, gently looping his arms around you from behind and scooping the broken mechanism in his hands, “Now, now, now. No need to get frustrated, Cara. Look.” 

And he doesn’t care how much time it takes for you to understand or get the hang of it, simply happy to share his knowledge with you and watch you acquire new skills by his side. 

“See? Was it worth giving me that pout?” 

Leonardo is all for partaking in your hobbies too, whatever they may be. Even if he is not good at it. If just for a sight of your smile. 

“Santo Cielo, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?”

And sometimes it is just him following you into the streets of Paris to run errands when his time table allows it, which is pretty often. The two of you aren’t doing anything special per se, simply enjoying one another’s presence as you do what you have to do and carry on with your day. 

“Let me carry this for you, Cara Mia.” Leonardo’s hands cover your own as he fetches the bag from your hands, “Now where do we need to go next?” 

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Hi darling! I was wondering if I could request a love language prompt!

It would be with my darling Theo and physical touch~ 💕

love languages weekend event

ALLY! OKAY AM ANSWERING THIS ONE FIRST! Because you've already been waiting so long for some Theo content from me and AM SO SORRY I have yet to answer the last two requests :,) I WILL WRITE FOR THEM AT SOME POINT, they just intimidate me for some reason :,)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Theo had never been one for physical touch. Or showing much love, his brother being the sole exception. And if he did show his appreciation, he often liked for it to be subtle.

But with you things are different.

As the Theodorus Van Gogh who dreaded any form of intimacy or physical touch, started to crave it morning and night. From the moment he woke up to the moment he fell asleep, from the moment the Sun rose in the sky to the moment it descended in the horizon.

Of course he is clumsy in his ways. Of course his love is brash and rough around the edges. But more than anything it is honest and strong.

And this much bleeds in the way he seeks your touch.

In the way he holds your hand when the two of you run errands in the busy Parisian streets. Often he claims it is so that "You don't get lost Hondje, pups like you get lost all the time."

But when his hold on your hand tightens and his thumb brushes over your skin in soothing circles, you know Theo is actually being selfish. That this is just another way for him to express his love in his own way, a way for him to hold you close and reassure himself that you are not going anywhere.

It bleeds in the way his hand comes to rest on your thigh when you sit together, in the way his warmth spreads under your skin and melts your worries.

"I am here, Schat."

It bleeds in the way he scoops you up at random during the day, erupting behind you and hoisting you up over his shoulder, walking the both of you back to his room. He says it is because you have been bad, but you know it is just to spend some time with you, away from the other residents.

"Hondjes have to spend time with their master."

It bleeds in the way he holds you close when night comes. An arm around your waist and his face nuzzling your nape as the peaceful lullaby of swaying trees and twinkling stars lull you both to sleep.

And it bleeds in the way he wakes you up in the morning, after having watched you sleep with the softest of gazes anyone has ever seen on his features. A careful and gentle hand brushing your cheeks, the pad of his fingers burning up against your skin. His heart swelling with warmth and butterflies as your eyes flutter open.

"Wake up, Schat. Time to start the day."

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Congratulations on your milestone! 👏 I'd like to make the following request:

Jean + “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

Thank you! 💜

all the ways to say I love you event

Violet! Thank you so much for sending in a request! An amazing one at that <3

Hope you like it!

genre: fluff, love confession

warnings: none

wc: 989

The vibrant flame of a lone candle flickered on the desk, casting  a warm glow on a tower of books and Jean’s features. A frown etched between his brows, he squinted, trying to decipher the words on the pages.

“In…vain…” He whispered, unsure of himself as he read through a sentence.

He didn’t know how long had passed since he’d first entered the mansion’s giant library, but he was nowhere near done with his homework. The moon could frown upon him all she wanted; he wouldn't leave this room until he had read a chapter of this book.

Until he could be sure you’d be proud of him.

His thoughts wandered over to you. To your kind smile and patience. To the soft scent of your hair that he admits to have found solace in a few too many times during your teaching lessons.

He hoped you were asleep.

Jean had tried so hard to isolate himself.

To stay away from people and cage himself in his loneliness, chided in darkness for only his inner demons to see.

A monster to humanity. A disgrace to gods above.

A sin.

And keeping to himself had never been an issue, so used he was to his own melancholy and loneliness. Confining himself to the walls of his bedroom or the grand arches of the church.

Maybe if he hid away from the world he could hope for redemption.

It hadn’t been easy for you to push your way through the walls he had built around himself, so thick and high they were.

The task had been even more daunting as he had resisted, resisted against anything kind and everything you provoked inside of him.

It had started small, a mere spark of something akin to hope. A flicker of light he had been quick to shush in its bud.

So long he had believed that he deserved nothing. No light, no warm feeling, no tender gestures. None of your smiles.

So long had he convinced himself that nothing should he feel but guilt and self hatred.

But you had persisted, in spite of all the times he had pushed you away. You had insisted on spending time with him and on teaching him how to read and write. On leading him out of the darkness and to the light of knowledge.

You had opened a whole new world to him. Not only through the discovery of words and written letters, but by granting him the door to salvation.

Slowly he had granted himself the right to open up, to think of himself as a flawed man rather than an immortal monster drenched in blood and sins.

A quiet smile curved his lips, his heart softening in his chest at the thought of you.

“In vain… Have… I struggled?” He continued, reading aloud to himself to try and get the grasp of the words on his tongue. The more he practiced the more natural they came.

He hoped to be able to read poems aloud for you, one day.

“Jean?”

He stiffened, dark eyes coming up in a haste to fall on your surprised features.

There you stood in the doorway of the library, clothed in your nightgown and drenched in silver moonlight.

“Mademoiselle.” He answered, quietly.

“What are you doing so late at night?” You asked, walking up to him, concern laced in your gaze. Your eyes fell on the Jane Austen novel in his hands.

“I could ask you the very same thing.” He said, voice soft. “Is everything alright?”

You offered him a smile, “Yes, excuse me for worrying you, I couldn’t sleep and thought I might as well read something.”

He stood up, closing the book, “Let me escort you back, then.”

“I am fine, Jean, thank you. But what are you doing up so late?” You placed a hand on his arm, inviting him to sit back down. You took a seat beside him.

His pale cheeks flushed pink, eyes averting from yours in an attempt to flee from the embarrassment creeping up his chest.

Quietly, you seized the book in front of him, observing the torn pages, features softening in gentle recollection.

You couldn’t help but wonder what had first attracted Jean to this particular volume though.

“Jane Austen is a wonderful author.” You spoke, fingers tracing the lines on the cover, “Why chose this one, Jean?”

His heart sped up, its beat loudly hammering in his chest. Yet, he answered.

“I…-I saw you reading it a few weeks back, Mademoiselle… And thought it might be good.” He answered honestly.

He had wondered about what kind of book could have made you smile like this one did. He had decided to see for himself.

“Would you like for us to read it together?” You offered, looking through the pages, “Where were you at?”

Quietly he pointed out the line.

Your features lit up in recognition, a grin breaking on your features. “My favourite!”

At the sight of your excitement he couldn’t repress a smile of his own, eyes softening as he gazed at you.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” You read aloud, Jean listening intently.

For some reason the words stuck to him, neatly tucked in a corner of his mind. He didn’t know what had made it so special back then.

Not until he succeeded in untangling the bundle of feelings swirling in his chest when it came to you.

And then one day, as he held your hands in his, desperate to let go, dark eyes boring into yours with the intensity of a million nights, the words finally made sense.

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

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Hello! Your writing is lovely and I'd love to make a request for Ikevamp with the following romantic fluff prompt:

[ GUIDE ]:     sender, teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions while alone together.

Comte as the sender, MC/Reader as the receiver

Thank you! 💜

Requested by @violettduchess

Oh thank you! Honestly I really love your writing style too <3 The way you play with nature and imagery, I really love it! I'm so excited to write for this so thank you for the request!

Hope you're doing well <3

genre: fluff

warnings: MC stepping on Comte's feet a few times

The beat of steady steps fills the ballroom, Comte guiding you through the motion as you attempt to swirl on the dancefloor. 

You don’t know how long the two of you have been practicing in the mansion’s ballroom, one of his strong hands holding you by the waist and the other holding your hand.

All you know is that the sun hangs ripe in the sky, shedding golden rays in the room, drenching the two of you in sunlight. A look that suited your lover especially well, his eyes shining like ambers penetrated by light, his hair like golden thread. 

It took all you had to remain focused on the steps rather than the man holding you close. 

A few days ago, you had received a personal invitation to a friend’s ball in a few days’ time. You had been close to refusing, having never waltzed in your life, but Comte had been as kind as to offer to give you dancing lessons.

Although you were infinitely grateful for his kind offer, you feared your lover might regret it later on. But so far Comte had shown no sign of regretting his choice, as gentle and patient as ever as he guided you on the dancefloor with ease. 

"Un, deux, trois... There you go, Ma chérie.” Your heart swells as Comte praises you, his smile gentle and kind as ever. Not an ounce of pain on his features even as you step on his toes for a ninth time. 

“Sorry...” You mumble under your breath, gaze dropping down to your feet. 

“It is okay, Mon amour. You’re learning and you’ll step on me as many times as needed until you get it right.” He reassured, lithe fingers lifting your chin high. “A pretty woman should never bow her head.” 

Silently, you nod. 

“Don’t focus too much on the steps, just follow me. It will come naturally at some point.” He explains, his hold tightening on your waist, diffusing warm inside of you. 

Slowly, without even realising it, you come to a quiet rhythm, the two of you steering through the motion. And for a time you forget where you are, forget the world around you except for the hand holding your own and the golden eyes showering you with praises. 

Suddenly, your feet feel light on the floor and you giggle as Comte takes you for a twirl. 

“That’s it. You’re doing very well, chérie.” Comte’s lips curve in an adoring smile, his chest swelling with pride as you follow him for another spin.  

Until your feet catch in the hem of your dress and you stumble against him, his arms quick to hold you up before you touch the ground. His features darken with concern, quick to scan you up for any injuries or signs of discomfort.

“Maybe we should take a small break. We’ve been dancing for quite a long time now. And I wouldn’t want for you to exhaust yourself.” He says, hand cupping your cheek and thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

You shake your head, hand covering his own. You nuzzle his palm, a heavy sigh falling from your lips. 

“I don’t understand how you manage to be so grateful...” You mumble, dejected at yet another failure. “I feel like an ugly duckling!” 

“No. You’re not an ugly duckling, ma chérie. You’re just learning.” He whispers, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. His breath hot on the shell of your ear.  

“I’ve been there too, and I was actually a much poorer dancer than you are.” 

You look up at him, curiosity piqued. You couldn’t imagine Comte being a poor dancer at any time in his long existence. 

“Were you?” 

He nods, “Oh que oui, my dance instructor almost gave up on me if it wasn’t for my parents paying her a fair amount.” Comte laughed lightly at the memory, so far away yet so close to his heart. 

One of the few moments he felt human, just a child at the time, unaware of loss and grief. Of time and space. 

“I’ll admit it is hard to imagine you being bad at anything.” You chuckled, a finger drawing small circles on the top of his hand. 

His lips curved in an amused smile, eyes twinkling with amusement. “And yet I am far from perfect at everything I do.” 

Comte’s finger came to your nose in a boop, followed by his lips on your forehead. 

“Don’t worry, ma chérie. You’ll learn to dance in no time.” His arms gently wrapped around you in a tender embrace, your cheek on his chest as he cradled you there. 

And guided by his reassurances and gentle voice, you let him take you for another ride through the ballroom. Steps in sync with his own before long. 

[fandom-collective-writers]

A Midnight Treat - Leonardo x MC

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Leonardo x MC

Prompt: Baking & Kiss at Midnight

Type: Fluff

WC: 800+

Written By: @chaosangel767

The mansion is silent, most of its residents are asleep at this hour. Only the faint notes of Mozart's piano, and the subtle sounds of movement in the kitchen fill the air. Finding the spot next to him empty, Leonardo is hunting through the mansion for his lover, being drawn to the kitchen by a voice and sweet smell.

“I found you,” Leonardo’s voice fills the kitchen as he leans against the door. His precious Cara Mia is humming a tune at the counter, mixing something. Jumping at his voice, she turns to him, a flush covering her cheeks.

“I wasn’t expecting you to wake up,” she murmurs, stepping away from her project to wrap her arms around his waist.

“What are you doing?” He returns the hug, sleepily resting his head on her shoulder, feeling her relax under his embrace.

“I couldn’t sleep and was craving something sweet, so I made cookies.” Leonardo only smiles at the excitement in her voice. Releasing his grip on her, he follows her back to the counter. Sure enough there are two bowls of cookies sitting on the counter, reaching to the rim of one bowl, Leonardo swipes his finger before she can swat his hand away.

“Eating cookie dough raw isn’t good for you!” she lightly scolds, trying to hide her amusement at the vampire’s antics.

“Well then you would just have to take care of me” He murmurs, wrapping his arms back around her and resting his head on her shoulder. He watches as she adds the cookie dough to the sheets, getting it ready for the oven.

“What is this kind?” he points to the other bowl and Mc smiles fondly.

“Gingerbread dough, I made it earlier. I was supposed to make them tomorrow, but since I couldn’t sleep, I figured it would be good to shape and bake them tonight so we just have to decorate them tomorrow.” She explains, adding the last cookies of the first batter to the tray. Leonardo takes the tray from her, placing them in the oven for her.

When he returns to her side, she has the rolling pin out and is getting ready to roll out the gingerbread dough.

“Here let me help Cara Mia” he whispers in her ear, his arms wrapping around her. His hands cover hers on the pin, his warmth surrounding her. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she breathes in his scent, feeling his arms move as they roll out the dough together. She tells stories about making cookies when she was younger, the memories playing in her head. When her voice fades, the only sound is their combined breathing and the faint notes of Mozart’s piano.

“There” She lets out a sigh as they place the rolling pin down, looking at the spread of dough. Moving away to check on the other cookies, she giggles when she turns back to the counter. Leonardo has the small box of cookie cutters out and is trying to choose the best cutter.

“Who said we need to pick one? Let’s choose a couple of cutters to use” she suggests, looking over his arm at the selection. He raises his arm so she can step back under and into his warm embrace.

“How about the classic gingerbread man cutter, a tree and a present?” Leonardo suggests, picking each one up and Mc lets out a nod. Settling back in his arms, she presses each one into the dough, setting them on the tray after. Slowly the tray is filled with an army of christmas cookies. Humming Christmas songs again, Mc smiles when Leonardo’s voice joins in, humming the songs with her.

As the smell of cookies fills the air, Mc hurries over to the oven, pulling out the perfectly made chocolate chip cookies, letting out a grateful sigh.

“I thought I overcooked them, I was so nervous” She comments, leaving them on the rack to cool. She picks up the finished tray of gingerbread cookies, slipping them into the oven as well. Letting out a sigh, she tilts her face up to the ceiling, breathing in the smell of the cookies.

They work together to clean up the mess on the counters, making sure every speck is put away. The gingerbread cookies take the place of the now cooled cookies on the rack. MC hides the plate of cookies for tomorrow. Turning off the ove, she picks up the one extra cookie she made. Sitting on the counter next to the rack, she pulls apart the still semi warm cookie and hands Leonardo half.

“A treat for helping,” she giggles, watching him carefully as he eats the treat.

“Fitting that a sweet girl like you makes such a sweet treat” he whispers, and Mc blushes, her eyes lighting up at the smile spreading across his face. Shutting her eyes, she takes a bite of her cookie, letting the flavors melt against her tongue.

A giggle catches her throat when Leonardo's lips press against hers out of no where.The grandfather clock in the parlor chimes midnight just as their lips part. His golden eyes gaze down at her.

“I love you Cara Mia, now come, let's go back to bed. ”

[mansions-maiden]

If requests are still open, I'd love, I like playing with your hair #7 with Jean d'Arc

Prompt: I love playing with your hair

Pairing : Jean x fem! Reader

Word count : 790

Hello anon~! Hope you're having a good time!

The monsoon season brought dark clouds over the city of Paris. The raindrops soon wet the pavements and roads of the city and it showed no signs of stopping. 

Jean went to his weapons shop the same morning, with MC accompanying him behind. It felt that the day had passed in a blur.  Just as they were ready to call it a day and return to the mansion, a cold sensation was felt by MC. The sight of the grey clouds and the drizzling made  MC and Jean retreat to a shelter.

With no signs of the rain stopping, they searched for carriages to take them home. But alas, luck was not on their side that evening. Soon, nightfall would come.  Left with no other choice, both of them clasped each other’s hands and made a run for their home. 

They were drenched in the rainwater when they reached and entered the mansion. They both panted heavily, trying to catch their breath. Sebastian came running towards them with a horrified expression, looking at the water drops pooling on the floor. He gave towels to MC and Jean and immediately prepared a hot bath.

MC bathed in the hot waters of le thermae. The cold she felt from the rain and wind dissipated into the warm vapours of le thermae. Going back to her room, she found Jean waiting for her, who had previously finished bathing. She sat beside him on the bed. 

“Today went by in a blur, huh?” She said, turning towards Jean. Jean’s deep voice replied in return, “Yes, and I enjoyed being with you today”. Both of them held each other’s hands and smiled. 

MC noticed that Jean’s hair was still wet from the bath. “I want to dry your hair. Can you sit at the dressing table, Jean?” Jean nodded, touching his wet hair and took a seat in front of the mirror. 

Jean felt the sensation of a towel being patted on his head, drying his raven hair effectively. MC was patting his hair dry gently. Saying that he liked that gesture was an understatement. He found that action so tranquil that he unconsciously leaned into her touch and was now leaning his back on her torso, almost as if he was being lulled to sleep.

 She noticed the calm expression on Jean’s face, the one she so often saw from the time they had become a couple. She chuckled to herself and looked down at him adoringly,  stopping to pat his hair dry. She touched his now semi-dry hair and ran her fingers through it, and she suddenly noticed the details of Jean’s raven hair. She observed his hair with great interest while continuing to unconsciously play with it. 

“Your hair is so glossy and black like Raven's wings. It’s so beautiful that it almost makes me jealous of your hair.” She complimented him, with a hint of teasing and jealous tone. 

She stopped touching his hair,  busy admiring his hair when she heard a little dissatisfied groan.  That made MC come back to her senses. She looked down at him, and there was a curious gaze directed towards her. 

“Why did you stop it?” Jean asked, with a blank face, but turbulence can be seen in his dark eyes. A little sullen expression could also be identified by her, though his face looked neutral. She  looked confused.” What did I stop?” 

Jean grasped her wrist gently and guided it onto his hair. She gasped a little in surprise at the sudden gesture, and Jean continued, “I thought that you loved to play with my hair. Or did you not?” 

MC looked at him and broke into laughter. “Of course, you silly! I love playing with your hair.”  She hugged his sitting form from behind by the shoulders, and smiled warmly at him through the mirror. Seeing her beaming smile made his smile widen. One of her hands was still among his hair, playing with it and twirling it softly between her fingers. As he enjoyed the feel of her fingers in his hair, still engulfed in her arms, he stayed still. Seeing him enjoy that subtle action made her heart jump with joy. 

He felt shy when he looked behind to meet her gaze and said, “ Continue doing it. I love it when you are playing with my hair”. She gladly obliged his request, settling herself onto the floor on her knees while combing her fingers through his hair. 

The air was still cold outside, with raindrops creating rhythmic drumming sounds as they fell against the glass windows. Yet, the silent love shared between them both kept the room and the two beautiful souls in love warm. 

[mansions-maiden]

Can I request promt 1 with isaac, if you still take request if not then you can ignore this

Prompt : You make a great pillow

pairing : reader x Isaac

Word count : 1.2K

Isaac was returning to the mansion from yet another stressful day at University. Teaching was hard and stressful sometimes. But it's the thing he enjoyed the most. Sharing his knowledge and enthusiasm for science with his students was his passion.

You noticed that your boyfriend would often be found locked up in his room for hours at a stretch, after the university. You were worried about him. You knew his unusual bloodlust and its consequences when he doesn't take food and rouge. But he wasn't the type to rest upon a single request.

So you were naturally forced to find an alternative way to make him rest.

The following evening, when he returned to the mansion, he searched for you and found you in the kitchen, baking something. His senses could recognize the sweet aroma of pie crust being baked and also the sweet smell of apples.

He wasn't aware that you were preparing his SECRET favourite dessert, apple pie. He looked around; his path was clear and no other vampire could be found in the vicinity.

He immediately approached you and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. You were surprised at first but then laughed softly at his affectionate action.

You turned your head to his side and kissed him on the cheek, stopping for a moment from your cooking and putting your hands on his wrapped ones around your torso.

"What is it Mr Professor? Did you miss me?" You joked as you turned around in his engulfed arms. But your smile morphed into a concerned look when you saw prominent dark circles beneath his eyes. You rested both of your palms on either of his cheeks as you examined his tired face and cherry blossom eyes that lost their lustre to tiredness. "Isaac, I'm sorry to keep you away from your science, but you are to go to le thermae, right. Now. "

He became reluctant on hearing your words. But he saw the pleading look in your eyes and nodded his head. " That's great Isaac. Join me in your room afterwards. " You waved him bye as he marched towards le thermae.

In the meantime, you continued your cooking, making apple pie, some sandwiches and soon you made a beeline to his room taking a bottle of rouge and blanc along with the dishes on a tray.

15 minutes later, you saw him a bit relaxed after taking a bath. "Come here, Isaac. Today, I'm going to make you rest and make sure you are spoiled. " You patted the space beside you on his bed and told him to sit there.

As he sat down, you checked his temperature just to make sure that he didn't tire himself so much to the extent that he would be down with fever. You sighed, feeling relieved. You brought him the tray with dishes and sat down again.

He looked at all the dishes and cast a curious gaze at you. You sighed softly as you explained to him, " You look like a zombie, Isaac! You're working yourself to the bone. Tonight, you're under my watch and I'm forbidding you from working late into the night. Now c'mon! Let’s eat this!"

He smiled a little and you both began eating the apple pie and the sandwiches you had prepared. And eventually, the tray was empty.

After filling his stomach to the brim, he burped and smiled sheepishly at you. " Hehe, thank you for baking these. I really loved them! "

"It's okay silly! I was worried about you. Now, what shall we do next?"

Isaac thought for a while before answering," Hmm… how about we talk about our day? "

"Sure, how was your day? Are you working on anything new?" You asked as you turned to face him.

"Nothing new at the university. And I am working on this thing…" Isaac's face lit up again at the mention of things he was doing and working on. While he continued his passionate speech, you can't help but shake your head at the realisation that nothing really can quench his passion for physics and science, and a small appreciative smile crept onto your lips.

It was past dinner time as you both were lost in your own little world you both built together. You realized how late it was as the clock in his room chimed.

"Hey Isaac, shall we sleep? It's already past midnight. " You said as you rubbed your suddenly drowsy eyes.

His eyes widened at the realization and immediately apologized for keeping you up this late. You brushed it off telling him it's fine and that you enjoyed listening to him talk about something passionately.

He looked at the clock and asked, "Sleep here with me tonight. It’s late anyway." You shrugged nonchalantly, agreeing to his statement. You stood up from your spot, to get ready for sleep.

He suddenly pulled you back by your waist gently and you landed on his lap. You let out a gasp of surprise. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and perfume's fragrance. His voice came out muffled as he whispered, "It's been a while since we've spent time together. I missed having you in my arms, MC."

"I missed being with you too. Shall we go on a date this weekend? But for now, let's sleep. " Isaac agreed to both of your statements.

You both laid on the bedside by side and soon fell asleep, engulfed in each other's warmth and company.

THE NEXT MORNING

You opened your eyes at the usual time and turned towards Isaac, who was still sound asleep. His face was peaceful, ridden of stress due to his profession and daily activities. You brushed his bangs aside with a gentle touch and kissed him on his forehead. You began playing with his hair, running your fingers through the locks of his hair. "You silly, no matter how much you love something, you ought to take a rest sometimes. You never stop making me worry about you." You whispered, with only walls and objects to listen to your words.

You saw movements from Isaac and he hugged you tightly, leaving you surprised with the unusual strength he possessed even during the half-asleep state. "Mmm… Thank you for forcing me to rest yesterday… I am feeling so much better. And your body is so soft and warm, I can't help but fall into a deep sleep. And your fragrance is so soothing. You make a great pillow, MC"

"Let's stay like this for a little longer then" you hugged him back and rested your head on his shoulder, and he dozed off again. But he was unaware of the effect his words had on you. Your pulse went up as you remembered his words of an instant ago.

But you were asleep after some time. You woke up to the sense of ticklishness spreading along your torso and face. This time, he was giving you tender kisses along your jaw, on your face and arms. "I-Isaac! Stop..haha..stop it p-please!" You were fully conscious by now. He stopped and looked at you with a teasing grin. "Today I'm taking a day off. So we can stay in bed as long as we want." You smiled at him but were laughing again until your stomach ached as he continued to tickle you with his hands and tender kisses.