3 prompts for each of the original 12 Ikevamp boys until I'm over my writers block.
Prompt Two: Arthur and "I'm not crying". (dedicated to @loptyrs whos OC I stole)
Tags: Angst
Word count: 540ish
Rating: E
My Requests are open. {Rules} | A03
“I’m not crying, Sir Arthur.” There was a level of venom behind her words, as if to say ‘if you ask again, I’ll strike.’ A wounded, cornered animal. Vulnerability didn’t suit her, and she even if she cared for him, opening up was a feat far beyond impossible at this point. Sisyphus would get the stone up the mountain, before she ever felt safe enough to open herself to anyone; much less Arthur.
“Leona, Dear...please, talk to me.” Arthur, while prideful—wasn’t above begging when it came to her. Leona had cracked something deep inside of him a long time ago; and seeing her suffer in anyway was enough to bring him to his knees—even if it meant he was on the receiving end of her ire. “If something happened, please tell me so I can...I don’t know.” He was deflating under her gaze; what could he do for her? She would never open to him, and he thought he had accepted that a long but apparently he hadn’t. He was falling apart—Arthur hadn’t seen her like this is such a long time and it was squeezing his heart. It was as if he was hurting enough for the both of them.
“I don’t need you.” It was hollow, but Leona wanted him to leave her to her own suffering. She made it through a million times without the help of anyone else, and she would make it through now. Her gaze hared, but underneath she was just a frightened girl. Scared he would turn his back on her. Scared she would scare him off. If she lashed out now when she was vulnerable that would never happen….again. She didn’t have the strength to walk away, but she didn’t want to risk it.
“Leona.” Arthur was pleading, his voice was cracking. He was panicking ever so slightly, but trying to keep a façade of calm rationality. It was another uncontrolled environment and there was nothing he could do to make it safe for himself, much less for her. The idea of everything spiraling, of losing the person he loved above all else scared him. It always scared him; he needed control—it’s why he spent his nights with whatever woman would have him, it was safe. However, he traded it all for an unknown variable—and it was terrifying. What would he do without her now? He wasn’t sure.
“I said, I don’t need you, Sir Arthur.” She punctuated each word with the dripping venom from before. She did need him, but she wasn’t above lying to save herself the repeated pain and fear of being left behind. Leona couldn’t do it again, she loved Arthur so deeply, and she knew that it must end between them—whatever it was. He would leave they always did. Leona turned her back to him, a sign that the conversation was over. That it would be best if he left now.
Arthur felt the air leave his lungs, there really was nothing he could do now—and he knew her well enough to know that staying would only push her further away. Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he turned. Each step that carried him away, breaking his heart further.
Greed; my first ever ikesen fic and a tribute to my #1, Mitsuhide
17. A trope you’ll never, ever write for.
Hmmm, this is tough. I struggle with writing fics set in an alternate universe I think, just because I find it difficult to stay true to the original characterizations (although I wouldn’t say I would never write this?? I’ve tried a few times though and I’ve never been happy enough with the results to post them)
31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!
I wouldn’t say I have OC’s technically, more of an idealized self-insert lmaoo 😂 but she is loyal, compassionate, mouthy enough to hold her own with Mitsuhide/Ieyasu/Theo/Arthur, works well under pressure and would probably pursue some sort of healer profession (in any of the ikemen settings); she doesn’t love easy though, and is well aware of her own baggage so she can be a pretty tough nut to crack.
32. Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less.
Hideyoshi experiences a whirlwind of lust, love, and emotions.
